Sir Gavin Grimbold

High on mountains and low between the trees

Sir Gavin Grimbold rode out one day

He saddled, he bridled and booted rode he

And home came his good horse but never came he

Out came his mother dear greeting so fair

And came his bride drying her hair

Meadows lie green the corn remains unshorn

But Gavin Grimbold will never return

He saddled he bridled and gallant rode he

A plume in his helmet a sword at his knee

Down came his saddle all bloody to see

And home came his horse but never came he