Anathea

Lo, lo, lo Lazlo Feher stole a stallion Stole him from the misty mountain And they chased him and they caught him And in iron chains they bound him Word was sent to Anathea That her brother was in prison Bring me gold and six fine horses I will buy my brothers freedom Judge, oh, judge, please spare my brother I will give you gold and silver I don't want your gold and silver All I want are your sweet favors Anathea, oh, my sister Are you mad with grief and sorrow He will rob you of your honor And he'll hang me from the gallows Anathea did not heed him Straight way to the judge went running In his righteous arms at midnight There she heard the gallows groaning Anathea, Anathea Don't go out into the forest There among the green pines standing You will find your brother hanging Lo, lo, lo