The Decemberists - The Hazards Of Love 1 (The Prettiest Whistles Won't Wrestle The Thistles Undone) lyrics

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My true love went riding out <br>

In white and green and gray <br>

Past the pale of office wall <br>

Where she was want to stray <br>

And there she came upon <br>

A white and wounded faun <br>

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Singing <br>

Oh, oh <br>

The hazards of love <br>

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She, being full of charity, <br>

A credit to her sex <br>

Saught to right the faun's hind legs <br>

When here her plans were vexxed <br>

The tiger shifted strange <br>

The beast began to change <br>

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Singing <br>

Oh, oh <br>

The hazards of love <br>

Singing <br>

Oh, oh oh oh <br>

The hazards of love <br>

You'll learn soon enough <br>

The prettiest whistles won't wrestle the thistles undone <br>

Undone <br>

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Fifteen lithsome maidens lay <br>

Along in their bower <br>

Fourteen occupations pay <br>

To pass the idle hour <br>

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Margret heaves a sigh <br>

Her hands clasped to her thigh <br>

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Singing <br>

Oh, oh <br>

The hazards of love <br>

Singing <br>

Oh, oh oh oh <br>

The hazards of love <br>

You'll learn soon enough <br>

The prettiest whistles won't wrestle the thistles undone <br>

Undone <br>

Undone <br>

Undone <br>

Undone<br>

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