Tobias Hume

The Hunting Song

The call in the morning.
All those severall tunes must bee drawne together in one Bow.
One come my hearts a hunting let us wende,
that echoing cries the hils and heavens may rend
with shoutes and soundes with shoutes ans soundes
of hornes and houndes of hornes and houndes
Why then my lads uncouple, uncouple, uncouple,
Kill Bucke, keene Ringwood and Roler,
Chaunter and Ioler,
Trounser and drummer
Bowman and Gunner,
Acteons hounds were nere like I weene, Ringwood and Roler,
Chaunter & Ioler,
Trouncer and Drummer,
Bowman and Gunner,
Acteons houndes were nere like these I weene,
Acteons hounds were nere like these I weene.
The stagge is now rowzde the the game is on foote,
the game is on foote, on foote

Harke, harke harke Beuty Dainty prates
Beuty Dainty prates
the crie is full harke how they holde the crie
but soft the Huntsman rates the huntsman rates
Clowder hunts Counter and so doth Mountet there all at fault
Harke Ringwood spends and makes amends,
Ringwood spends and makes amends,
list of Ioler, a Ioler, a Ioler, a Ioler, a Ioler, a Ioler, a Ioler, a Ioler, a Ioler, a Ioler, a Ioler.
thats he, thats he, thats he, ho, ho ,ho,
Ioler crost it,
else we had lost it.
Ioler crost it else wee had lost it,
the Bucke is quite spent the Bucke is quite spent,
since to soile hee went.
Why heavenlier sport then this there cannot be.
See Plowman hath pincht,
and Ioler nere flincht,
now with full crie,
now with full crie,
they all come frowling,
trowling to the fall,
winde the morte
Oh well done there boyes there boys there, there, there, there boyes,
there, there all other sports to these are but toyes.

Here endeth the hunting Song, wich was sung before two Kings, to the admiring of all brave Huntsmen.