The version I have off of my _Heartwell Horn_ CD by Pint and Dale has the last bit, starting with the question marks in Maelgwyn's post, thus: Oh pardon, dear huntsmen, for spoiling your game But the hounds, they have caused me to die You farmers at home, breathe a sigh of relief For your flocks are all safe for a time And now that bold Reynard is dead You'll all go to the Dolphin to dine And dip my fore-paw in a bumper And drink the King's health in good wine Oh, you farmers at home, rest easy tonight For my turn at night hunting's gone by But I've left little brothers of mine to remain Who love young lamb far better than I
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