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Ye gentlemen of high renown, come listen unto me |
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That takes delight in fox hunting by every degree |
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A story I will tell to you, concerning of a fox |
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Near royston woods and mountains high and over stony rocks |
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Bold Reynard, being in his hole and hearing of these hounds |
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Which made him for to prick up his ears and tread upon the ground |
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"Methinks me hears some jubal hounds a-pressing upon the life |
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Before that they should come to me, I'll tread upon the ground" |
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We hunted for four hours or more through parishes sixteen |
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We hunted for four hours or more and came by Parkworth Green |
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"Oh, if you'll only spare my life, I promise and fulfil |
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To touch no more your feathered fowl or lambs on yonder hill" |
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Bold Reynard, spent and out of breath and treading on this ground |
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Thinking he must give up his life before these jubal hounds |
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"So here's adieu to ducks and geese, likewise to lambs also" |
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They've got poor Reynard by the slabs and will not let them go |
