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The Decemberists

The Hazards of Love 1 (The Prettiest Whistles Won't Wrestle the Thistles Undone)

My true love went riding out

In white and green and gray

Past the pale of office wall

Where she was want to stray

And there she came upon

A white and wounded fawn

Singing

"Oh, oh

The hazards of love"

She, being full of charity,

A credit to her sex

Sought to right the fawn's hind legs

When here her plans were vexed

The taiga shifted strange

The beast began to change

Singing

"Oh, oh

The hazards of love"

Singing

"Oh, oh oh oh

The hazards of love"

You'll learn soon enough

The prettiest whistles won't wrestle the thistles undone

Undone

Fifteen lithesome maidens lay

Along in their bower

Fourteen occupations paid

To pass the idle hour

Margaret heaves a sigh

Her hands clasped to her thigh

Singing

"Oh, oh

The hazards of love"

Singing

"Oh, oh oh oh

The hazards of love"

You'll learn soon enough

The prettiest whistles won't wrestle the thistles undone

Undone

Undone

Undone

Undone