The Hunting-Song of Them That Did Not Hunt by Ernest Rhys Lyrics

Good-day, said the damsel,
Good-morrow to you,
For if you mean hunting
I would hunt with you too;

I am weary of making
And baking the bread;
If you stay in my parlour
I will hunt in your stead.

You shall sup in my parlour
My white wine and broth,
I am weary of weaving
The sendal and cloth.

Good-day, said the damsel,
Good-even to you:
What is good for the huntsman
Is good for me too.