Come sit you down on this dark nightWind well thy horn, good hunterAnd hearken to a tale of frightThough you be a mighty hunterA maid dwells in the woods nearbyWind well thy horn, good hunterShe draws the careless with her cryFor she is a mighty hunterNo mortal man can break her willWind well thy horn, good hunterNo sword avails, no strength, no skillFor she is a mighty hunterOne day a man of chivalryWind well thy horn, good hunterHeeded not this historyFor he was a mighty hunterSo I will tell you of his fateWind well thy horn, good hunterThe knight who learned the truth too lateThough he was a mighty hunterHe ranged the woods both far and nearWind well thy horn, good hunterTill the sounds of weeping drew his earFor he was a mighty hunter"Why weep you in the forest here?"Wind well thy horn, good hunter"A boar has killed my husband dear!"Though he was a mighty hunter“Oh where shall I this wild boar see?”Wind well thy horn, good hunter“Oh blow a blast, he’ll come to thee”For he is a mighty hunterThe knight put horn unto his mouthWind well thy horn, good hunterHe blew it north, east, west and southFor he was a mighty hunterAnd strong as seven armored menWind well thy horn, good hunterThe boar came forth from out his denFor he was a mighty hunterThe boar cut wounds of scarlet redWind well thy horn, good hunterBut the knight at last struck off his headThough he was a mighty hunterThen the maid turned to the knightWind well thy horn, good hunter“Thou art the man of greater might”Oh, you are a mighty hunter“Fair lady sad this day must beWind well thy horn, good hunterBut let me take you off with meFor I am a mighty hunterYour beauty rare has captured meWind well thy horn, good hunterCome off my love, I’ll marry thee”For I am a mighty hunter“Oh foolish man no wife I’ll beWind well thy horn, good hunter‘Tis ye who’ll come and follow meFor I am a mighty hunterYou have slain my magic boarWind well thy horn, good hunterWho was, as you, a man beforeThough he was a mighty hunterAnd now you’ll take his place, good knightWind well thy horn, good hunterTill you are slain by greater mightYes, by some mighty hunter”The knight cried out in grief full soreWind well thy horn, good hunterWhere he had stood now lay a boarAnd he was a mighty hunterBeware all ye the crying brideWind well thy horn, good hunterWho lives within the greenwood sideFor she is a mighty hunterHunt not within the Maid’s domainWind well thy horn, good hunterOr as a beast you may remainAs one more mighty hunter
