My true love went riding outnIn white and green and graynPast the pale of office wallnWhere she was want to straynAnd there she came uponnA white and wounded faunnnSingingnOh, ohnThe hazards of lovennShe, being full of charity,nA credit to her sexnSaught to right the faun's hind legsnWhen here her plans were vexednThe tiger shifted strangenThe beast began to changennSingingnOh, ohnThe hazards of lovenSingingnOh, oh oh ohnThe hazards of lovenYou'll learn soon enoughnThe prettiest whistles won't wrestle the thistles undonenUndonennFifteen lithesome maidens laynAlong in their bowernFourteen occupations paynTo pass the idle hournnMargret heaves a sighnHer hands clasped to her thighnnSingingnOh, ohnThe hazards of lovenSingingnOh, oh oh ohnThe hazards of lovenYou'll learn soon enoughnThe prettiest whistles won't wrestle the thistles undonenUndonenUndonenUndonenUndone