The huntsman blew loud on his horn,
And all that he blew it was lost and gone,
Tra -y o -sa -sa, tra -ra -la -la -ra,
an d all that he blew it was lost and gone.
He cast his net the bush about,
Tario, Sasa, Tyran, Alara
A not -brown girl jumped quickly out
Oh, not -brown girl, don't
and they'll howl and bay.
and they'll howl and bay.
but they'll catch me not,
and I'll never stop, I'll never stop
Run through frills and I'll never stop
Well, if I die, then I'll be dead
And bury me under the roses red.
And buried me under the roses red.
And on her grave the rose grew tall,
a squire rode by for to pick them all,
a squire rode by for to pick them all.
O squire, let the roses stand,
They are for a better young
Triumphs and song, Tyra, La, La,
They are forever to young
The Huntsman blew loud on his horn,
And all that he blew, it was lost and gone