Hunting Song Pentangle

As I did travel all on a journey
Over the wayside and under a dark moon
Hanging above a mountain

I spied a young man riding a fine horse
Chasing a white hart and all through the woodland
There go the hunting cries

And there followed after ten kings and queens
Laughing and joking, the white hart they'd seen
Bloodied running into the bushes

A plume to his helmet, a quiver and a bow
There's nowhere to run now, there's no place to go
The hunter is fast and ready

Still farther I journeyed through the hills and the valleys
Until upon the verge of despair I sat and rested
And there did pass a princely knight pursued by a lady
And this she did say

"Oh may I ask you, kind sir, where you are going?
And pray tell unto me, sir, why you do hurry?
Strange that I should meet you here, come sit by me

I have here a magic horn to deliver
And one drop from this silver and gold horn I hold, sir
Shall prove all to be false, lovers beware!"