Just so we have it, here are the lyrics Q linked to, from the Graeme Taylor Appreciation Page


Sir Gavin Grimbold
(Trad. arr. Brian Gulland)

High on mountains and low between the trees
Sir Gavin Grimbold rode out one day
He saddled, he bridled and booted rode he
And home came his good horse but never came he

Out came his mother dear greeting so fair
And came his bride drying her hair
Meadows lie green the corn remains unshorn
But Gavin Grimbold will never return

He saddled he bridled and gallant rode he
A plume in his helmet a sword at his knee
Down came his saddle all bloody to see
And home came his horse but never came he