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Posted By: Roberto
16-Jul-05 - 12:16 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Jon Loomes' Wild Boar (#18)
Subject: Lyr Req: Jon Loomes' Wild Boar (#18)
A need a general check to this transcription of The Wild Boar (F. J. Child n° 18) as sung by Jon Loomes. The notes say it is from an Appalachian version, I think the one in Bronson from the singing of Samuel Harmon, Tennesse, 1939. I'm not sure of the last line: boldly he's marched home again. Thank you. R

Wild Boar
Jon Loomes, Fearful Symmetry, Fellside FECD186, 2005.

Abram Bailey had three sons
As he was a noble hunter
And he is to the wildwood gone
As he was a noble hunter

As he's marched down by the Greenwood side
A pretty girl O there he spied
A pretty girl O there he spied
As he was a noble hunter

There is a wild boar in this wood
As you are a noble hunter
He'll crunch your bones and he'll drink your blood
As you are a noble hunter
Well, it's how can I this wild boar see?
Wind up your horn and he'll come to thee
Wind up your horn and he'll come to thee
As you are a noble hunter

He's put his horn up to his mouth
As he was a noble hunter
He's blown to the East,West, North and South
As he was a noble hunter
The wild boar's heard him in his den
And he's run to meet him there and then
Run to meet him there and then
As he was a noble hunter

They fought three hours by the day
As he was a noble hunter
At length he did this wild boar slay
As he was a noble hunter
Now as he's marched down by the wild boar's den
He saw the bones of a thousand men
Saw the bones of a thousand men
As he was a noble hunter

He's met the old witch wife on the bridge
As he was a noble hunter
Begone you rogue, you've killed my pig
As you are a noble hunter
Now, it's these three things that I crave of thee
Your hawk and your hound and your gay lady
Your hawk and your hound and your gay lady
As you are a noble hunter

Well, these three thinks you'll not have of me
As I am a noble hunter
Neither hawk nor hound nor gay lady
As I am a noble hunter
He split the old witch wife to the chin
And boldly he's marched home again
Boldly he's marched home again
As he was a noble hunter