Sir Lionel
No: 18; variant: 18D
- AS I went up one brook, one brook,
Well wind the horn, good hunter
I saw a fair maiden sit on a tree top.
As thou art the jovial hunter
- I said, 'Fair maiden, what brings you here?'
'It is the wild boar that has drove me here.'
As thou art, etc.
- 'I wish I could that wild boar see;'
Well wind the horn, good hunter,And the wild boar soon will come to thee.'
As thou art, etc.
- Then he put his horn unto his mouth,
And he blowd both east, west, north and south.
As he was, etc.
- The wild boar hearing it into his den,
[Then he made the best of his speed unto him].
- He whetted his tusks for to make them strong,
And he cut down the oak and the ash as he came along.
For to meet with, etc.
- They fought five hours one long summer's day,
Till the wild boar he yelld, and he'd fain run away.
And away from, etc.
- O then he cut his head clean off,
. . . . .
- Then there came an old lady running out of the wood,
Saying, 'You have killed my pretty, my pretty spotted pig.'
As thou art, etc.
- Then at him this old lady she did go,
And he clove her from the top of her head to her toe.
As he was, etc.
- In Bromsgrove churchyard this old lady lies,
And the face of the boar's head there is drawn by,
That was killed by, etc.