And at Grass-gards in Ulpha, bold Reynard he died.
Since Reynard is dead he’ll do no more ill,
He hadn’t much time for to make a long will,
He has left all his states to his survivor and heir,
He has a right to a widow for she’ll claim her share.
Of such a fox chase as never was known,
The horsemen and footmen were instantly thrown,
To keep within sound didn’t lie in their power,
For the dogs chased the fox eighty miles in five hours.
You gentlemen and sportsmen wherever you be,