Didn't know Vin had one about Whitby's Penny Hedge
Here's another! The story of the murdered hermit of Eskdale, Sir Richard de Veron (d.1160).

Out On Ye
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Now here's a tale of hunting men, three high-born men I'm sure
With staves in hand and hounds a-foot - Out searching of wild boar
- Out searching of wild boar

Before too long the hounds full cry in Eskdale forest rang
As the great boar fled the grass stained red - And men with blood lust sang
- And men with blood lust sang

Ch. Come officer blow your horn - Out on ye, Out on ye
Come officer blow your horn - Out on ye, Out on ye

On a hill sat a man so deep in prayer – the boar ran by his side
Through the open door of the chapel went the boar - and exhausted fell to die
- exhausted fell to die

So Brother Jerome, he closed the way – the hounds at bay, without
The gentlemen fast came to the brow - And called the hermit out
- And called the hermit out

They've opened the door and there looked in – in fury then did fly
They've wounded Jerome with long boar-staves - Now surely he will die
- Now surely he will die

To the church in Scarbro' they did run – and there sought sanctuary
But the Abbot him being a friend of the King - Says bring 'em back to me
- Says bring 'em back to me

And he's brought them face to brother Jerome – on his deathbed he did lie
'I am sure to die of these wounds you gave' - and the Abbot said 'So must they!'
- and the Abbot said 'So must they!'

'Forgive them Lord, a penance I call - in lieu of life and land
On Ascension Eve a hedge they'll build - By their own, or their own kin's hand
- By their own, or their own kin's hand

At nine of the clock with yethers & stakes - at the edge of the Esk beside
Struthers they'll set, or lose all yet - For to stand against three tides'
- For to stand against three tides'

So here's the tale of hunting men, three high-born men I'm sure
With staves in hand and hounds a-foot - Out searching of wild boar
- Out searching of wild boar