| Lyrics: | Ye gentlemen of high renown, come listen unto me
That takes delight in fox hunting by every
degree
A story I will tell to you, concerning of a fox
Near royston woods and mountains
high and over stony rocks
Bold Reynard, being in his hole and hearing of these
hounds
Which made him for to prick up his ears and tread upon the ground
"Methinks me
hears some jubal hounds a-pressing upon the life
Before that they should come to me, I'll tread
upon the ground"
We hunted for four hours or more through parishes sixteen
We hunted
for four hours or more and came by Parkworth Green
"Oh, if you'll only spare my life, I promise
and fulfil
To touch no more your feathered fowl or lambs on yonder hill"
Bold
Reynard, spent and out of breath and treading on this ground
Thinking he must give up his life
before these jubal hounds
"So here's adieu to ducks and geese, likewise to lambs
also"
They've got poor Reynard by the slabs and will not let them go |
