Reynard The Fox

Reynard The Fox - Fairport Convention

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