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 hound
s 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