The maiden lies, twigs and silken sheets, in her comfy bed.But around her cosy bedchamber, all kinds of nasty obstacles, they shed.The ship trips on the landing, her tin-tags round the floors abound.Tripwires on the ceiling, valiant suitors to confound.A noob who keeps a prisoner, a twelve-foot under his arm.But the old is a father, and a prison is a farm.Prison is a farm, boys, prison is a farm.Prison is a farm, boys, prison is a farm.Mastiff in a mastiff, the omnic of disaster.A stooped and darknessed farmyard, the beast's old boy locked up in bed.Round the edge of farmwood, hidden scopes of old vine heard.Hit the legs to a prowler, outland games to star-fed sky.Chickens are dumped on the prowler's mind, the prowler ripped his eye.The prowler ripped his eye, boys, the prowler ripped his eye.The prowler ripped his eye, boys, the prowler ripped his eye.A mastiff, mastiff, here again. Can I take his awful pain?Awful pain, awful pain, awful pain, awful pain, awful pain, awful pain, awful pain.It's your awful pain I cannot take. I wish to wake her up and take her away.Young master, young master, you only cause disaster.Young master, young master, you only cause disaster.Like a man, I was drawn to a glowing bedroom opposite.In lusting for her lamency, I knew I had to enter in.Stubbly, I climbed the dark, shiny ivy that clasped and clawed the white, white wall.At last, I reached the glow of her window.I saw my lover lying within. I made a call.I pushed across, vines open, and in they slipped inside.I tickled over ten tacks, and the moment I was at her side.Wrapped her in, dried her down, laid her over my shoulder.The next step where it entered, and every movement growing bolder.Scooted down the ivy, I landed in the yard.Then I dealt a dutch, a winking watchdutch.Never did, I run so hard. Never did, I run so hard, boys.Never did, I run so hard. Never did, I run so hard, boys.Never did, I run so hard.There, to the young buck's edge, I came to the shadow of a willow tree.This was the time and place I decided to put an end to my misery.Hold my neck as I cover over, and close my face to the morning sky.Misery, misery, greeting rust, dying sigh.Greeting rust, dying sigh.Greeting rust, dying sigh.Greeting rust, dying sigh.Greeting rust, dying sigh.I must, I must, to see her again. I cannot take, suffer pain.I must, I must, to see her again. I cannot take, suffer pain.I must, I must, to see her again.I must, I must, to see her again.We should woke her up and not taken.We should woke her up and not taken.Huh!Raven!