Jovial Hunter or Sir Lionel

He looked to the east; he looked to the west
Blow your horn, Hunter
He blowed his horn both east and west
Just like a jovial hunter

He met the witch wife on the bridge
Blow your horn, Hunter
They fit three hours by the day
Just like a jovial hunter

He split the witch wife to the chin
Blow your horn, Hunter
And on his way he went again
Just like a jovial hunter

He went till he came to the wild boar's den
Blow your horn, Hunter
There laid the bones of a thousand men
Just like a jovial hunter

The wild boar heared him in his den
Blow your horn, Hunter
He made the oak and ash to bend
Just like a jovial hunter

The wild boar he did slay
Blow your horn, Hunter
And on his way he went again
Just like a jovial hunter

Child #18
recorded on Folk Legacy Beech Mountain Vol. 1
from Rena Hicks
SOF