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146 THE JOVIAL HUNTER OF BROJISGROVE.
Then the wild boar, being so stout and so strong, 25
Wind well thy horn, good hunter ; Thrashed down the trees as he ramped him along,
To Sir Ryalas, the jovial hunter.
" O what dost thee want of me ?" wild boar, said he,
Wind well thy horn, good hunter ; m
"01 think in my heart I can do enough for thee,
For 1 am the jovial hunter."
Then they fought four hours in a long summer day,
Wind well thy horn, good hunter ; Till the wild boar fain would have got him away 35
From Sir Ryalas, the jovial hunter.
Then Sir Ryalas drawed his broad sword with might,
Wind well thy horn, good hunter ; And he fairly cut the boar's head off quite,
For he was a jovial hunter. 40
Then out of the wood the wild woman flew,
Wind well thy horn, good hunter ; " O my pretty spotted pig thou hast slew,
For thou beest a jovial hunter.
" There are three things, I demand them of thee, «
Wind well thy horn, good hunter; " It's thy horn, and thy hound, and thy gay lady,
As thou beest a jovial hunter."
" If these three things thou dost ask of me,"
Wind well thy horn, good hunter ; 50 |
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