The Driving of the Deer Lyrics

Song	The Driving of the Deer
Artist	Bella Hardy
Album	The Dark Peak and The White
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	Lord peverel stood on the lordis seat,
	And an angry man was he
	For he heard the sound of a hunter’s horn
	Slow winding up the lea
	He look’d to north, he look’d to south,
	East and west looked he
	“Oh holy cross” the norman cried,
	“Who hunts in my country?”
	“Belike they think the peverel dead,
	Or far from forest walk.
	Woe worth their hunting, they shall find
	Abroad is still the hawk”
	Again he looked where helldon hill
	Joins with the konying’s dale
	And then once more the bugle blast
	Came swelling along the gale.
	“Mount, mount and ride” the baron cried
	“The sound come’s o’er the lea,
	These outlaws, who now drive my deer
	Shall soon our quarry be"
	All down the slope, along the flat
	Against the hill they ride,
	Non pull the rein till every steed
	Stands fast at gautriss side.
	“Hold hard! They’re here” the peverel said
	And upward held his hand
	While all his many kept behind
	To wait their lords command
	And westwards, on the bolt-edge moor
	Beyond the rocky height,
	Both hounds and hunters, men and horse,
	And deer were all in sight.
	Who are these who break forest law?
	Who fear not peverel’s sword?
	Up spoke sir payne peverel, and said
	“Of bowdon he’s the lord,
	Sir bruno, hight, a franklin brave
	One of the saxon swine
	Who feast each day on fat fed beef
	And guzzle ale not wine”
	“Beshrew his horn and beshrew his heart,
	This land he may not ride.
	If he kills a deer, by the conquerors bow
	By forest law he’ll bide.”
	“Ride on, sir payne, and tell the churl
	To cease his hunting cheer,
	And come before his surzerain lord
	Who waits his presence here”
	Sir payne rode swiftly across the dale
	Followed by his gentle’s three,
	Nor stayed his horse ’till he had reached
	The hunters company.
	And then he said “fair sirs, you ride
	And drive our deer as free,
	As if this land were all your own
	And not in forestry”
	Sir franklin cried “I’m not his man,
	And peverel knows full well,
	Though within the bounds of his forest walk
	It likes me sooth to dwell.”
	“My manor of bowden I hold in chief
	For good king harry’s might
	And you can only force me hence
	If strongest in the fight”
	Each saxon then upraised his spear
	Or twanged his good yew bow
	And the normans who rode out unarmed
	Couldn’t match this threatening show
	Lord peverel viewed their bows and spears
	And marked their strong array,
	And so grim he smiled, and softly said
	“We’ll right this wrong someday”

	Lord peverel stood on the lordis seat,
	And an angry man was he
	For he heard the sound of a hunter' s horn
	Slow winding up the lea
	He look' d to north, he look' d to south,
	East and west looked he
	" Oh holy cross" the norman cried,
	" Who hunts in my country?"
	" Belike they think the peverel dead,
	Or far from forest walk.
	Woe worth their hunting, they shall find
	Abroad is still the hawk"
	Again he looked where helldon hill
	Joins with the konying' s dale
	And then once more the bugle blast
	Came swelling along the gale.
	" Mount, mount and ride" the baron cried
	" The sound come' s o' er the lea,
	These outlaws, who now drive my deer
	Shall soon our quarry be"
	All down the slope, along the flat
	Against the hill they ride,
	Non pull the rein till every steed
	Stands fast at gautriss side.
	" Hold hard! They' re here" the peverel said
	And upward held his hand
	While all his many kept behind
	To wait their lords command
	And westwards, on the boltedge moor
	Beyond the rocky height,
	Both hounds and hunters, men and horse,
	And deer were all in sight.
	Who are these who break forest law?
	Who fear not peverel' s sword?
	Up spoke sir payne peverel, and said
	" Of bowdon he' s the lord,
	Sir bruno, hight, a franklin brave
	One of the saxon swine
	Who feast each day on fat fed beef
	And guzzle ale not wine"
	" Beshrew his horn and beshrew his heart,
	This land he may not ride.
	If he kills a deer, by the conquerors bow
	By forest law he' ll bide."
	" Ride on, sir payne, and tell the churl
	To cease his hunting cheer,
	And come before his surzerain lord
	Who waits his presence here"
	Sir payne rode swiftly across the dale
	Followed by his gentle' s three,
	Nor stayed his horse ' till he had reached
	The hunters company.
	And then he said " fair sirs, you ride
	And drive our deer as free,
	As if this land were all your own
	And not in forestry"
	Sir franklin cried " I' m not his man,
	And peverel knows full well,
	Though within the bounds of his forest walk
	It likes me sooth to dwell."
	" My manor of bowden I hold in chief
	For good king harry' s might
	And you can only force me hence
	If strongest in the fight"
	Each saxon then upraised his spear
	Or twanged his good yew bow
	And the normans who rode out unarmed
	Couldn' t match this threatening show
	Lord peverel viewed their bows and spears
	And marked their strong array,
	And so grim he smiled, and softly said
	" We' ll right this wrong someday"

	Lord peverel stood on the lordis seat,
	And an angry man was he
	For he heard the sound of a hunter' s horn
	Slow winding up the lea
	He look' d to north, he look' d to south,
	East and west looked he
	" Oh holy cross" the norman cried,
	" Who hunts in my country?"
	" Belike they think the peverel dead,
	Or far from forest walk.
	Woe worth their hunting, they shall find
	Abroad is still the hawk"
	Again he looked where helldon hill
	Joins with the konying' s dale
	And then once more the bugle blast
	Came swelling along the gale.
	" Mount, mount and ride" the baron cried
	" The sound come' s o' er the lea,
	These outlaws, who now drive my deer
	Shall soon our quarry be"
	All down the slope, along the flat
	Against the hill they ride,
	Non pull the rein till every steed
	Stands fast at gautriss side.
	" Hold hard! They' re here" the peverel said
	And upward held his hand
	While all his many kept behind
	To wait their lords command
	And westwards, on the boltedge moor
	Beyond the rocky height,
	Both hounds and hunters, men and horse,
	And deer were all in sight.
	Who are these who break forest law?
	Who fear not peverel' s sword?
	Up spoke sir payne peverel, and said
	" Of bowdon he' s the lord,
	Sir bruno, hight, a franklin brave
	One of the saxon swine
	Who feast each day on fat fed beef
	And guzzle ale not wine"
	" Beshrew his horn and beshrew his heart,
	This land he may not ride.
	If he kills a deer, by the conquerors bow
	By forest law he' ll bide."
	" Ride on, sir payne, and tell the churl
	To cease his hunting cheer,
	And come before his surzerain lord
	Who waits his presence here"
	Sir payne rode swiftly across the dale
	Followed by his gentle' s three,
	Nor stayed his horse ' till he had reached
	The hunters company.
	And then he said " fair sirs, you ride
	And drive our deer as free,
	As if this land were all your own
	And not in forestry"
	Sir franklin cried " I' m not his man,
	And peverel knows full well,
	Though within the bounds of his forest walk
	It likes me sooth to dwell."
	" My manor of bowden I hold in chief
	For good king harry' s might
	And you can only force me hence
	If strongest in the fight"
	Each saxon then upraised his spear
	Or twanged his good yew bow
	And the normans who rode out unarmed
	Couldn' t match this threatening show
	Lord peverel viewed their bows and spears
	And marked their strong array,
	And so grim he smiled, and softly said
	" We' ll right this wrong someday"

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