  IT'S of three jovial huntsmen, an' a hunting they did go; An' they hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' they blew their horns also Look ye there! Noses in the wind An' then, by scent or seet, we'll leet o' summat to our mind." Look ye there! Riding in the distance Three huntsman again They hunted, an' they hollo'd They hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' the first thing they did find Was a tatter't boggart, in a field, an' that they left behind. Look ye there! One said it was a boggart, an' another he said "Nay; It's just a ge'man-farmer, that has gone an' lost his way." Look ye there! past a boggart Over the stream Looking at a grindlestone Over a rise They hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' the next thing they did find Was a gruntin', grindin' grindlestone, an' that they left behind. Look ye there! One said it was a grindlestone, another he said "Nay; It's nought but an' owd fossil cheese, that somebody's roll't away." Look ye there! Chased by millstone Drinking from stream A calf at a gate Over another rise They hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' the next thing they did find Was a bull-calf in a pin-fold, an' that, too, they left behind. Look ye there! One said it was a bull-calf, an' another he said "Nay; It's just a painted jackass, that has never larnt to bray." Look ye there! Three again Up through a field Across again They hunted, an they hollo'd, an' the next thing they did find Was a two-three children leaving school, an' these they left behind. Look ye there! One said that they were children, but another he said "Nay; They're no' but little angels, so we'll leave 'em to their play." Look ye there! Children in the Lane Children waving Waving back School left behind They hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' the next thing they did find Was a fat pig smiling in a ditch, an' that, too, they left behind. Look ye there! One said it was a fat pig, but another he said "Nay; It's just a Lunnon Alderman, whose clothes are stole away." Look ye there! Pig in a ditch One fallen off Climbed a tree and blew the horn Riding through a wood They hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' the next thing they did find Was two young lovers in a lane, an' these they left behind. Look ye there! One said that they were lovers, but another he said "Nay; They're two poor wanderin' lunatics—come, let us go away." Look ye there! Two young lovers Calling out to the lovers Riding off So they hunted, and they hollo'd, till the setting of the sun; An' they'd nought to bring away at last, when th' huntin'-day was done. Look ye there! Then one unto the other said, "This huntin' doesn't pay; But we'n powler't up an' down a bit, an' had a rattlin' day." Look ye there! End of the day Talking about the day |
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