Abram Bailey he’d three sons Blow your horn center And he is through the wildwood gone Just like a jovial hunter. 
As he marched down the Greenwood side Blow your horn center A pretty girl O there he spied As he was a jovial hunter. 
There is a wild boar in this wood Blow your horn center He slew the lord and his forty men As he was a jovial hunter. 
How can I this wild boar see? Blow your horn center Wind up your horn and he’ll come to you As you are a jovial hunter. 
He wound his horn unto his mouth Blow your horn center He blew East North, West and South As he was a jovial hunter. 
The wild boar heard him unto his den Blow your horn center He made the oak and ash for to bend As he was a jovial hunter. 
They fit three hours by the day Blow your horn center And at length he this wild boar slay As he was a jovial hunter. 
As he marched by the mouth of the wild boar’s den Blow your horn center He saw the bones of five hundred men As he was a jovial hunter. 
He meets the old witch wife on the bridge Blow your horn center Begone you rogue, you’ve killed my pig As you are a jovial hunter. 
There are three things I crave of thee Blow your horn center Your hawk, your hound your gay lady As you are a jovial hunter. 
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These three thinks you’ll not have of me Blow your horn center Neither hawk nor hound nor gay lady As I am a a jovial hunter. 
He split the old witch wife to the chin Blow your horn center And on his way he went ag’in Just like a a jovial hunter. 
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