I have a version collected in Hampshire by George Gardiner that is totally different and I cannot find a similar version - with NO TUNE - Can anyone suggest a tune for these words?
Tim Radford

BOLD REYNOLDS.
Note book'No.18. p.22. Albert Doe,(58)
No tune noted. Bartley, Hants. Dec.,1908.

Bold Reynolds being all in his hole,
A hearing of those hounds,
Which wakened him out of his sleep,
And on his legs he sprung.

I thinks I can hear those jovial hounds,
Pursuing of me still,
But afore that they shall me come nigh,
I'll cross those mighty hills.

Your dogs are stancient I knows right well,
They'll hunt me like the wind,.
But I'll trip so light all over the ground,
I'll leave no scent behind.

There's Snowball flinging up his head
Well knowing there being a fox,
They hunted him o'er.mountains high,
Over valleys, fields and rocks.

They hunted him nine hours or more,
Through parishes thirteen,
They hunted him o'er mountains high,
Till they came to Mackingsfield Green.

Where they catched bold Reynolds was by his rump
And dare not let him go,
"It's spare my life," bold Reynolds he cried,
"I'll promise and fulfil.

I'll catch no more ducks nor feathered fowl,
Young lambs on yonders hill."
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