{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch018.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch018.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch018.htm","text":"18A.1 SIR EGRABELL had sonnes three,\nRefrain: Blow thy horne, good hunter\nSir Lyonell was one of these.\nRefrain: As I am a gentle hunter\n18A.2 Sir Lyonell wold on hunting ryde,\nVntill the forrest him beside.\n18A.3 And as he rode thorrow the wood,\nWhere trees and harts and all were good,\n18A.4 And as he rode over the plaine,\nThere he saw a knight lay slaine.\n18A.5 And as he rode still on the plaine,\nHe saw a lady sitt in a graine.\n18A.6 \u2018Say thou, lady, and tell thou me,\nWhat blood shedd heere has bee.\u2019\n18A.7 \u2018Of this blood shedd we may all rew,\nBoth wife and childe and man alsoe.\n18A.8 \u2018For it is not past 3 days right\nSince Sir Broninge was mad a knight.\n18A.9 \u2018Nor it is not more than 3 dayes agoe\nSince the wild bore did him sloe.\u2019\n18A.10 \u2018Say thou, lady, and tell thou mee,\nHow long thou wilt sitt in that tree.\u2019\n18A.11 She said, \u2018I will sitt in this tree\nTill my friends doe feitch me.\u2019\n18A.12 \u2018Tell me, lady, and doe not misse,\nWhere that your friends dwellings is.\u2019\n18A.13 \u2018Downe,\u2019 shee said, \u2019in yonder towne,\nThere dwells my freinds of great renowne.\u2019\n18A.14 Says, \u2018Lady, Ile ryde into yonder towne\nAnd see wether your friends beene bowne.\n18A.15 \u2018I my self wilbe the formost man\nThat shall come, lady, to feitch you home.\u2019\n18A.16 But as he rode then by the way,\nHe thought it shame to goe away;\n18A.17 And vmbethought him of a wile,\nHow he might that wilde bore beguile.\n18A.18 \u2018Sir Egrabell,\u2019 he said, \u2019My father was;\nHe neuer left lady in such a case;\n18A.19 \u2018Noe more will I\u2019 . . .\n* * * * *\n18A.20 \u2018And a[fter] that thou shalt doe mee\nThy hawkes and thy lease alsoe.\n18A.21 \u2018Soe shalt thou doe at my command\nThe litle fingar on thy right hand.\u2019\n18A.22 \u2018Ere I wold leaue all this with thee,\nVpoon this ground I rather dyee.\u2019\n18A.23 The gyant gaue Sir Lyonell such a blow,\nThe fyer out of his eyen did throw.\n18A.24 He said then, \u2019if I were saffe and sound,\nAs with-in this hower I was in the ground,\n18A.25 \u2018It shold be in the next towne told\nHow deare thy buffett it was sold;\n18A.26 \u2018And it shold haue beene in the next towne said\nHow well thy buffett it were paid.\u2019\n18A.27 \u2018Take 40 daies into spite,\nTo heale thy wounds that beene soe wide.\n18A.28 \u2018When 40 dayes beene at an end,\nHeere meete thou me both safe and sound.\n18A.29 And till thou come to me againe,\nWith me thoust leaue thy lady alone.\u2019\n18A.30 When 40 dayes was at an end,\nSir Lyonell of his wounds was healed sound.\n18A.31 He tooke with him a litle page,\nHe gaue to him good yeomans wage.\n18A.32 And as he rode by one hawthorne,\nEven there did hang his hunting horne.\n18A.33 He sett his bugle to his mouth,\nAnd blew his bugle still full south.\n18A.34 He blew his bugle lowde and shrill;\nThe lady heard, and came him till.\n18A.35 Sayes, \u2019The gyant lyes vnder yond low,\nAnd well he heares your bugle blow.\n18A.36 \u2018And bidds me of good cheere be,\nThis night heele supp with you and me.\u2019\n18A.37 Hee sett that lady vppon a steede,\nAnd a litle boy before her yeede.\n18A.38 And said, \u2019lady, if you see that I must dye,\nAs euer you loued me, from me flye.\n18A.39 \u2018But, lady, if you see that I must liue,\u2019\n* * * * *\n18B: Sir Lionel\n18B.1 A KNIGHT had two sons o sma fame,\nRefrain: Hey nien nanny\nIsaac-a-Bell and Hugh the Graeme.\nRefrain: And the norlan flowers spring bonny\n18B.2 And to the youngest he did say,\n\u2018What occupation will you hae?\nRefrain: When the, etc.\n18B.3 \u2018Will you gae fee to pick a mill?\nOr will you keep hogs on yon hill?\u2019\nRefrain: While the, etc.\n18B.4 \u2018I winna fee to pick a mill,\nNor will I keep hogs on yon hill.\nRefrain: While the, etc.\n18B.5 \u2018But it is said, as I do hear,\nThat war will last for seven year,\nRefrain: And the, etc.\n18B.6 \u2018With a giant and a boar\nThat range into the wood o Tore.\nRefrain: And the, etc.\n18B.7 \u2018You\u2019ll horse and armour to me provide,\nThat through Tore wood I may safely ride.\u2019\nRefrain: When the, etc.\n18B.8 The knicht did horse and armour provide,\nThat through Tore wood Graeme micht safely ride.\nRefrain: When the, etc.\n18B.9 Then he rode through the wood o Tore,\nAnd up it started the grisly boar.\nRefrain: When the, etc.\n18B.10 The firsten bout that he did ride,\nThe boar he wounded in the left side.\n18B.10r When the, etc.\n18B.11 The nexten bout at the boar he gaed,\nHe from the boar took aff his head.\n18B.11r And the, etc.\n18B.12 As he rode back through the wood o Tore,\nUp started the giant him before.\n18B.12r And the, etc.\n18B.13 \u2018O cam you through the wood o Tore,\nOr did you see my good wild boar?\u2019\n18B.13r And the, etc.\n18B.14 \u2018I cam now through the wood o Tore,\nBut woe be to your grisly boar.\n18B.14r And the, etc.\n18B.15 \u2018The firsten bout that I did ride,\nI wounded your wild boar in the side.\n18B.15r And the, etc.\n18B.16 \u2018The nexten bout at him I gaed,\nFrom your wild boar I took aff his head.\u2019\n18B.16r And the, etc.\n18B.17 \u2018Gin you have cut aff the head o my boar,\nIt\u2019s your head shall be taen therfore.\n18B.17r And the, etc.\n18B.18 \u2018I\u2019ll gie you thirty days and three,\nTo heal your wounds, then come to me.\u2019\n18B.18r While the, etc.\n18B.19 \u2018It\u2019s after thirty days and three,\nWhen my wounds heal, I\u2019ll come to thee.\u2019\n18B.19r When the, etc.\n18B.20 So Graeme is back to the wood o Tore,\nAnd he\u2019s killd the giant, as he killd the boar.\n18B.20r And the, etc.\n18C: Sir Lionel\n18C.1 SIR ROBERT BOLTON had three sons,\nRefrain: Wind well thy horn, good hunter\nAnd one of them was called Sir Ryalas.\nRefrain: For he was a jovial hunter\n18C.2 He rang\u2019d all round down by the woodside,\nTill up in the top of a tree a gay lady he spy\u2019d.\nRefrain: For he was, etc.\n18C.3 \u2018O what dost thou mean, fair lady?\u2019 said he;\n\u2018O the wild boar has killed my lord and his men thirty.\u2019\nRefrain: As thou beest, etc.\n18C.4 \u2018O what shall I do this wild boar to see?\u2019\n\u2018O thee blow a blast, and he\u2019ll come unto thee.\u2019\nRefrain: As thou beest, etc.\n18C.5 [Then he put his horn unto his mouth],\nThen he blowd a blast full north, east, west and south.\nRefrain: As he was, etc.\n18C.6 And the wild boar heard him full into his den;\nThen he made the best of his speed unto him.\nRefrain: To Sir Ryalas, etc.\n18C.7 Then the wild boar, being so stout and so strong,\nHe thrashd down the trees as he came along.\nRefrain: To Sir Ryalas, etc.\n18C.8 \u2018O what dost thou want of me?\u2019 the wild boar said he;\n\u2018O I think in my heart I can do enough for thee.\u2019\nRefrain: For I am, etc.\n18C.9 Then they fought four hours in a long summer\u2019s day,\nTill the wild boar fain would have gotten away.\nRefrain: From Sir Ryalas, etc.\n18C.10 Then Sir Ryalas drawd his broad sword with might,\nAnd he fairly cut his head off quite.\n18C.10r For he was, etc.\n18C.11 Then out of the wood the wild woman flew:\n\u2018Oh thou hast killed my pretty spotted pig!\n18C.11r As thou beest, etc.\n18C.12 \u2018There are three things I do demand of thee,\nIt\u2019s thy horn, and thy hound, and thy gay lady.\u2019\n18C.12r As thou beest, etc.\n18C.13 \u2018If these three things thou dost demand of me,\nIt\u2019s just as my sword and thy neck can agree.\u2019\n18C.13r For I am, etc.\n18C.14 Then into his locks the wild woman flew,\nTill she thought in her heart she had torn him through.\n18C.14r As he was, etc.\n18C.15 Then Sir Ryalas drawd his broad sword again,\nAnd he fairly split her head in twain.\n18C.15r For he was, etc.\n18C.16 In Bromsgrove church they both do lie;\nThere the wild boar\u2019s head is picturd by\n18C.16r Sir Ryalas, etc.\n18D: Sir Lionel\n18D.1 AS I went up one brook, one brook,\nRefrain: Well wind the horn, good hunter\nI saw a fair maiden sit on a tree top.\nRefrain: As thou art the jovial hunter\n18D.2 I said, \u2018Fair maiden, what brings you here?\u2019\n\u2018It is the wild boar that has drove me here.\u2019\nRefrain: As thou art, etc.\n18D.3 \u2018I wish I could that wild boar see;\u2019\nRefrain: Well wind the horn, good hunter,\nAnd the wild boar soon will come to thee.\u2019\nRefrain: As thou art, etc.\n18D.4 Then he put his horn unto his mouth,\nAnd he blowd both east, west, north and south.\nRefrain: As he was, etc.\n18D.5 The wild boar hearing it into his den,\n[Then he made the best of his speed unto him].\n18D.6 He whetted his tusks for to make them strong,\nAnd he cut down the oak and the ash as he came along.\nRefrain: For to meet with, etc.\n18D.7 They fought five hours one long summer\u2019s day,\nTill the wild boar he yelld, and he\u2019d fain run away.\nRefrain: And away from, etc.\n18D.8 O then he cut his head clean off,\n. . . . .\n18D.9 Then there came an old lady running out of the wood,\nSaying, \u2018You have killed my pretty, my pretty spotted pig.\u2019\nRefrain: As thou art, etc.\n18D.10 Then at him this old lady she did go,\nAnd he clove her from the top of her head to her toe.\n18D.10r As he was, etc.\n18D.11 In Bromsgrove churchyard this old lady lies,\nAnd the face of the boar\u2019s head there is drawn by,\n18D.11r That was killed by, etc.\n18E: Sir Lionel\n18E.1 THERE was an old man and sons he had three;\nRefrain: Wind well, Lion, good hunter\nA friar he being one of the three,\nWith pleasure he ranged the north country.\nRefrain: For he was a jovial hunter\n18E.2 As he went to the woods some pastime to see,\nHe spied a fair lady under a tree,\nSighing and moaning mournfully.\nRefrain: He was, etc.\n18E.3 \u2018What are you doing, my fair lady?\u2019\n\u2018I\u2019m fightened the wild boar he will kill me;\nHe has worried my lord and wounded thirty.\u2019\nRefrain: As thou art, etc.\n18E.4 Then the friar he put his horn to his mouth,\nAnd he blew a blast, east, west, north and south,\nAnd the wild boar from his den he came forth.\nRefrain: Unto the, etc.\n* * * * *\n18F: Sir Lionel\n18F.1 SIR RACKABELLO had three sons,\nRefrain: Wind well your horn, brave hunter\nSir Ryalash was one of these.\nRefrain: And he was a jovial hunter","title":"The Child Ballads: 18. Sir Lionel","type":"page"}