i shall go into a hare
with sorrow and sighing and mickle care
and i shall go in the devils name
ere that i be fetched hame

i cant not go
but i love you so
we cant not try
who know what the mystery hides

i shall go into a trout
with sorrow and sighing and mickle doubt
and show thee many a merry game
ere that i be fetched hame

i cant not go
but i love you so
we cant not try
who know what the mystery hides

i shall go into a bee
with mickle horror and dread of thee
and flit to hive in the devils name
ere that i be fetched hame

i cant not go
but i love you so
we cant not try
who know what the mystery hides

i shall go into a mouse
are haste me unto the millers house
there in his grain to have good game
ere that i be fetched hame

wrote this song for my girl
my one true other in this world
and death leans on the kiss i use
when im dreaming of her smile
she nows it wont be me
to front the price of destiny
i cant help but wonder how
well get out of this shit now