You gentlemen of high renown come listen unto me
That takes delight in foxhunting by every degree.
A story I will tell to you concerning of a fox,
Near Royston Hills o'er mountains high and over stony rocks.
Bold Reynard being all in his hole and hearing of these hounds
Which made him for to prick his ears and tread upon the ground.
"Methinks me hear some jubal hounds pressing upon my life;
Before that they to me do come I'll tread upon the ground."
We hunted full four hours or more by parishes sixteen;
We hunted full four hours or more and came by Barkworth Green.
"Oh if you'll only spare my life I promise and fulfil
To touch no more your feathered fowl nor lambs on yonder hill."
Bold Reynold beat and out of breath from treading on the ground
Thinking he must give up his life before these jubal hounds.
So here's adieu to ducks and geese, likewise young lambs also
They've got bold Reynold all by the brush and will not let him go.