(Cover) Hagren's Big Black Hawk

In the tavern down by the bay. Hagren struts in, steals the day. With his ranger

cloak and walk. And a shadow swoops. His big black hawk. Oh, Hagren's big black

hawk. Flies high and lands with a shock. The ladies sigh, they gawk,

they talk. About Hagren's big black hawk. Hanging on its perch. Eyes,

they gleam. Shape outline, quite obscene. The women whisper, they scheme.

They plot for a moment alone with what he's got. Can I touch it? Can I see?

They crowd around full of glee. Oh, Hagren's big black hawk.

Flies high and lands with a shock. The ladies sigh, they gawk, they talk.