The Huntsman blew loud on his horn
Blew loud on his horn
And all that he blew it was lost and gone
Was lost and gone
Ta-ri-a hars ars-ah, Tira-la-la
Was lost and gone
Shall all my blowings be just forlorn
Be just forlorn
Far better were I no huntsman born
No huntsman born
Ta-ri-a hars ars-ah, Tira-la-la
No huntsman born
He cast his net the bush about
The bush about
A nut brown damsel sprung quickly out
Sprung quickly out
Ta-ri-a hars ars-ah, Tira-la-la
Sprung quickly out
Oh nut brown damsel escape me not
Escape me not
I have great big hounds that will fetch thee hot
Fetch thee hot
Ta-ri-a hars ars-ah, Tira-la-la
Fetch thee hot
Thy great big hounds they will fetch me not
My high mighty leapings they know them not
Thy high mighty leapings they know full well
They know that today death thee must fell
Well if I die then I'll be dead
O bury me deep 'neath the roses red
And under the lilies and roses red
I'll sleep for ever, in my last bed
And on her grave three lilies grew
A squire rode by and would pluck the few
Guitar chords for The Huntsman
G C G
The Huntsman blew loud on his horn
D G
Blew loud on his horn
C G
And all that he blew it was lost and gone
D G
Was lost and gone
G D
Ta-ri-a hars ars-ah, Tira-la-la
G Em D D7 G
And all that he blew it was lost and gone