My name it is Bold Reynolds - I was born near Bonfire Hill That was many years ago, but I remember still My brothers and my sisters, as we played near the den With ne'er a care in all the world - my life was easy, then When I was scarcely nine months old I first met with the hounds I heard their voices through the wood as I came above ground I found it very easy to lose them in my wake I wandered many miles that day - it was to prove my fate Whilst I was on that journey, I met her in a copse She had a handsome, thick red coat; straightway my heart was lost We spent that year together - had seven cubs all told I thank the hounds for sending me along that distant road Many times when I was stalking rabbits on my own I'd hear the distant hunting horn that called the stragglers home At times the hounds would follow me but I would have my fun Across the fields and meadows, I'd give them a good run My mate and I we stayed together many seasons more Pheasants in the wintertime we always had in store And in the springtime I worked hard to feed the newborn young Hunting through the short, chill nights until the rising sun The years have passed, my vixen died, and I am on my own My legs are tired, my coat is rough and all my seed is sown I do not wish a lingering death - the hunt once more I'll find And lead them on through Marlpost wood for the final time My name it is Bold Reynolds; I was born near Bonfire Hill That was many years ago; but I remember still My vixen and my young cubs, as we lay in the den But now I bid you all farewell - my life is at an end
