Allies, Antiquities and Folk-Lore of Worcestershire, p.
118. From the recitation of Oseman, Hartlebury.
| 1 |
As I went up one brook, one brook,
Well wind the horn, good hunter
I saw a fair maiden sit on a tree top.
As thou art the jovial hunter |
| 2 |
I said, 'Fair maiden, what brings you here?'
Well wind the horn, good hunter
'It is the wild boar that has drove me here.'
As thou art the jovial hunter |
| 3 |
'I wish I could that wild boar see;'
Well wind the horn, good hunter,
And the wild boar soon will come to thee.'
As thou art the jovial hunter |
| 4 |
Then he put his horn unto his mouth,
Well wind the horn, good hunter,
And he blowd both east, west, north and south.
As he was the jovial hunter |
| 5 |
The wild boar hearing it into his den,
Well wind the horn, good hunter,
[Then he made the best of his speed unto him].
As he was the jovial hunter |
| 6 |
He whetted his tusks for to make them strong,
Well wind the horn, good hunter,
And he cut down the oak and the ash as he came along.
For to meet with the jovial hunter |
| 7 |
They fought five hours one long summer's day,
Well wind the horn, good hunter,
Till the wild boar he yelld, and he'd fain run away.
And away from the jovial hunter |
| 8 |
O then he cut his head clean off,
Well wind the horn, good hunter,
. . . . .
As he was the jovial hunter |
| 9 |
Then there came an old lady running out of the wood,
Well wind the horn, good hunter,
Saying, 'You have killed my pretty, my pretty spotted pig.'
As thou art the jovial hunter |
| 10 |
Then at him this old lady she did go,
Well wind the horn, good hunter,
And he clove her from the top of her head to her toe.
As he was the jovial hunter |
| 11 |
In Bromsgrove churchyard this old lady lies,
Well wind the horn, good hunter,
And the face of the boar's head there is drawn by,
That was killed by the jovial hunter |
