Blow thy horn, hunter

Blow thy horn, hunter
And blow thy horn on high
There is a doe in yonder wood
In faith she will not die

Now blow thy horn, hunter
And blow thy horn, jolly hunter

Saw this deer streak I knees
And yet she bleeds no whit
She lay so fair I could not miss
Lord, I was glad of it

Now blow thy horn, hunter
And blow thy horn, jolly hunter

As I stood under a bank
The deer shot on the mead
I struck her so that down she sank
But yet she was not dead

Now blow thy horn, hunter
And blow thy horn, jolly hunter

There she goes, see not
How she goeth o'er the plain
And if he'd us to have a shot
I warrant her belain

Now blow thy horn, hunter
And blow thy horn, jolly hunter

He to go and I to go
But he ran faster for
I bade him shoot and strike the doe
For I might shoot no more

Now blow thy horn, hunter
And blow thy horn, jolly hunter

To the covert both they went
For I found where she lay
An arrow in her horn she had
For faith she might not pray

Now blow thy horn, hunter
And blow thy horn, jolly hunter

I was weary of the game
I went to tavern to drink
Now there construction of the same
What do you mean or think?

Now blow thy horn, hunter
And blow thy horn, jolly hunter

Here I leave and make an end
Now of this hunter's lore
I think his bow is well a-bent
His bolt may flee no more

Now blow thy horn, hunter
And blow thy horn, jolly hunter