Blow thy horn, hunter
And blow thy horn on high!
There is a doe in yonder wood
In faith she will not die
Now blow thy horn, hunter Now blow thy horn, jolly hunter!
Sore this deer stricken is
And yet she bleeds no whit
She lay so fair, I could not miss
Lord, I was glad of it
Now blow thy horn, hunter Now blow thy horn, jolly hunter!
Blow thy horn, hunter
And blow thy horn on high!
There is a doe in yonder wood
In faith she will not die
Now blow thy horn, hunter Now blow thy horn, jolly hunter!
As I stood under a bank
The deer shoff on the mead
I struck her so that down she sank
But yet she was not dead
Now blow thy horn, hunter Now blow thy horn, jolly hunter!
Blow thy horn, hunter
And blow thy horn on high!
There is a doe in yonder wood
In faith she will not die
Now blow thy horn, hunter Now blow thy horn, jolly hunter!
I was weary of the game
I went to tavern to drink
Now, the construction of the same
What do you mean or think?
Now blow thy horn, hunter Now blow thy horn, jolly hunter!
Blow thy horn, hunter
And blow thy horn on high!
There is a doe in yonder wood
In faith she will not die
Now blow thy horn, hunter Now blow thy horn, jolly hunter!
Here I leave and make an end
Now of this hunter's lore
I think his bow is well unbent
His bolt may flee no more
Now blow thy horn, hunter Now blow thy horn, jolly hunter!
Blow thy horn, hunter
And blow thy horn on high!
There is a doe in yonder wood
In faith she will not die
Now blow thy horn, hunter Now blow thy horn, jolly hunter!