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15 Nov 24 - 05:09 AM (#4211671) Subject: Lyr Req: Song about a fox being chased by hounds From: GUEST,Jo Does anyone know a song about a Fox that is chased by hounds - the song ends with the fox saying that all other animals run free so why can't he? |
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15 Nov 24 - 05:19 AM (#4211672) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Song about a fox being chased by hounds From: GUEST An maidrín rua? |
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15 Nov 24 - 07:41 AM (#4211681) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Song about a fox being chased by hounds From: gillymor Reynard the Fox by Sweeny's Men. |
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15 Nov 24 - 08:14 AM (#4211684) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Song about a fox being chased by hounds From: GUEST Thank you gillymor and guest - I'm afraid it's not either of those. |
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15 Nov 24 - 09:36 AM (#4211686) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Song about a fox being chased by hounds From: RTim This was collected in The New Forest by Dr. George Gardiner.... Tim Radford BOLD REYNARD,THE FOX. Roud 358 – Albert Doe – Bartley (GG/1/21/1325) – Tune & Text – Doe – 17 Dec 1908 The Lord for the king’s hounds he did send Jerry Balsam he swore I should die But I’ve left three brothers behind That loves young lambs better than I. It was by Simon Stewart’s I run When the keeper shot the hair of my thigh It’s pardon dear huntsman and hounds For this fatal wound I shall die. It’s forty-five miles I have run I’ve run it in three hours space My strength it begins for to fail And the hounds they got forward apace. (I had many a times been surprised With the hounds that could fly like a crow - As song by Doe) It’s often times I have been chased By the dogs that run much like a cow But in all the whole course of my life I never had a breathing till now. It’s down stony valleys I run Where the bloodthirsty hounds did me follow It made my old coat stand on end For to hear the bold huntsmen Holloa. It’s down stony fields where they catched him Where they cause Bold Reynard to die Good Lord how they racked him and tore him And cause his old jacket to fly. It’s now Bold Reynard he’s dead They’ll turn to the Dolphin and dine They’ll dip his fur paw in the bumper And drink my lord’s health in good wine. |