Once upon a lonely night,
When the bright of the pale moon did shine
In a lonesome inn by the shattered light
We praise the Lady of Blood and Wine.
We met a hale and hearty man
In this tavern in the Garden Lands,
And told him “Traveller, stay awhile.”
Praise the lady of blood and wine!
And think you not of milk or bread
When we sit us down to dine,
For we on other foods are fed
Praise the lady of blood and wine!
So bless the vein and bless the vine
Bring me flesh and bring me wine
‘Else we sup of thee and thine!
Praise the lady of blood and wine!
In lofty tower or lonesome fen,
Think you not of lamb or swine,
When we can drink of gentlemen...
Praise the lady of blood and wine!
Worry not of man or beast
For we shall hang their skins to dry
If they should keep us from our feast
Praise the lady of blood and wine!
Bless you all of travelling kind,
Who bring our strange and sacred meat
Bless this house and all we eat!
Praise the lady of blood and wine!
Praise the maid of blood and wine!
Praise the maid of blood and wine!
Come ye children of the vine!
Praise the Lady of Blood and Wine!