Sir Robert Bolton had three sons
Wynd well the horn good hunter
Sir Ryalas was the eldest one
And he was a jovial hunter
He ranged all around down by the wood side
Wynd well the horn good hunter
Til a maiden sitting in a tree he spied
And he was a jovial hunter
He said, "Fair maid, what brings you here?"
Wynd well the horn good hunter
"It was a wild boar that drove me here."
And he was a jovial hunter
"For he has killed my lord" says she
Wynd well the horn good hunter
And of his men he has killed thirty"
And he was a jovial hunter
"What shall I do this boar to see?"
Wynd well the horn good hunter
"O blow a blast and he'll come to thee."
And he was a jovial hunter
He raised his horn up to his mouth
Wynd well the horn good hunter
And he blew north, east, west, and south
And he was a jovial hunter
The wild boar heard him unto his den
Wynd well the horn good hunter
And made the best of his speed to him
And he was a jovial hunter
They fought four hours in a long summer?s day
Wynd well the horn good hunter
Til the wild boar would have run away
And he was a jovial hunter
Then Ryalas drew his sword with might
Wynd well the horn good hunter
And he fairly cut his head off, quite
And he was a jovial hunter
There came a wild woman running out of the wood
Wynd well the horn good hunter
Saying, ?You have killed my pretty spotted pig.?
And he was a jovial hunter
Then at him the wild woman did go
Wynd well the horn good hunter
And he clove her from her head to her toe
And he was a jovial hunter
In Bromsgrove church they both are lain
Wynd well the horn good hunter
And the wild boar?s head is carved on the stone
And he was a jovial hunter
