Galahad fell in love    Seven days before the hunt    She was not of his class    So the love was never to last    They went down to look for the scraps    Wherever they could    She told him not to run with the pack but he knew that he should.    Or there'd be no bones       The weak sun of the Autumn days    Carried them through a lovers haze    Then came the bugle call    For Galahad his brothers and all    And the fileds ran with the blood    But he stayed away    Though they called and he knew that he shouldn't    But he stayed another day    And there'd be no bones       High they searched, low they looked    Under hedge, over field    Lying there for all to see    With a bitch not of his breed    There was Galahad the hunting hound    Well now you've been found    You're weak and your brothers must eat    (So to cruelty you're bound?)    Now they're chewing on his bones