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There were three jovial Welshmen,

They would go hunt a fox.

They swore they saw sly Reynard,

Run over yonder rocks,

With a whoop! whoop! whoop! and halloo!

With a blast of the bugle-horn!

With a twang, twang, twang, taulidi, O!

With a ting, ting, tingle, O!

And a blast of my bugle-horn!

And thro' the woods we'll ride, brave boys!

With a blast of my bugle-horn.

The first we espied was a woman

A-combing her golden locks.

She swore she had seen sly Reynard

Among her geese and her ducks.

With a whoop! etc.

The second we espied was a parson,

And he was dressed in black.

He swore he had seen sly Reynard,

A-hung on a huntman's back.

With a whoop! etc.

The third we espied was a miller,

And he was grinding his mill.

He swore he had seen sly Reynard

A-run over yonder hill.

With a whoop! etc.

The fourth we espied was a blind man,

And as blind as blind could be.

He swore he had seen sly Reynard

Run up in a hollow tree.

With a whoop! etc.

The fifth we espied was a shepherd,

And he was watching his lambs.

He swore that he saw sly Reynard,

So weary he could not stand.

With a whoop! etc.

There never, I trow, was a Reynard

That ran out that day at all.

'Twas naught but a little grey Pussy

Sat purring upon an old wall.

With a whoop! etc.

O then what a world 'tis o' liars

This is as to me appears.

I never will trust but my own eyes,

And only will trust my own ears.

With a whoop! etc.