That takes delight in fox
A story I will tell to you,
Near royston woods and mountains
high and over stony rocks
being in his hole and hearing of these hounds
Which made him for to prick up his ears
and tread upon the ground
"Methinks me hears some jubal hound
s a- pressing upon the life
Before that they should come to me,
I'll tread upon the ground"
We hunted for four hours or more
We hunted for four hours or more and
"Oh, if you'll only spare my life,
To touch no more your feathered fowl
Bold Reynard, spent and out of breath
and treading on this ground
Thinking he must give up his life
before these jubal hounds
"So here's adieu to ducks and geese,
They've got poor Reynard by
the slabs and will not let them go