No: 18; variant: 18E
- THERE was an old man and sons he had three;
Wind well, Lion, good hunter
A friar he being one of the three,
With pleasure he ranged the north country.
For he was a jovial hunter
- As he went to the woods some pastime to see,
He spied a fair lady under a tree,
Sighing and moaning mournfully.
He was, etc.
- ‘What are you doing, my fair lady?’
‘I’m fightened the wild boar he will kill me;
He has worried my lord and wounded thirty.’
As thou art, etc.
- Then the friar he put his horn to his mouth,
And he blew a blast, east, west, north and south,
And the wild boar from his den he came forth.
Unto the, etc.* * * * *