Gordon Bok - Bold reynolds

My ^Dname it is Bold ^AReynolds, I was ^Eborn near Bonfire ^AHill ^D That was many ^Ayears ago, but ^BmI remember ^Estill My ^Dbrothers and my ^Asisters, as ^Dwe played near the ^Eden With ^Dne'er a care in ^Aall the world, my ^Elife was easy ^Athen ^{E A}

When ^DI was scarcely ^Anine months old, I^E first met with the ^Ahounds ^D I heard their voices ^Athrough the wood as ^BmI came above ^Eground I ^Dfound it very ^Aeasy to ^Dlose them in my ^Ewake I ^Dwandered many ^Amiles that day, it ^Ewas to prove my ^Afate ^{D A E A}

While ^DI was on that ^Ajourney, I ^Emet her in a ^Acopse ^D She had a handsome, ^Athick red coat, ^Bmstraight'way my heart was ^Elost We ^Dspent that year to^Agether, had ^Dseven cubs all ^Etold I ^Dthank the hounds for ^Asending me u^Epon that distant ^Aroad ^{D A E A}

My ^Dmate and I we ^Astayed together ^Emany seasons ^Amore ^D Pheasants in the ^Awintertime, we ^Bmalways had in ^Estore And ^Din the springtime ^AI worked hard to ^Dfeed the newborn ^Eyoung ^DHunting through the ^Ashort, chill nights un^Etil the rising ^Asun ^{E A}

And ^Dmany times when ^AI was stalking ^Erabbits on my ^Aown I ^Dheard the distant ^Ahunting horn that ^Bmcalled the stragglers ^Ehome At ^Dtimes the hounds would ^Afollow me, but ^DI would have my ^Efun A^Dcross the fields and ^Ameadows, I'd ^Egive them a good ^Arun ^{D A E A}

The ^Dyears have passed, my ^Avixen died, and ^EI am on my ^Aown My ^Dlegs are tired, my ^Acoat is rough and ^Bmall my seed is ^Esown I ^Ddo not wish a ^Alingering death, ^DI'll meet the hounds a^Egain And ^Dtake them on a ^Afinal chase, once ^Emore they'll serve my ^Aend ^{D A E A}

My ^Dname it is Bold ^AReynolds, I was ^Eborn near Bonfire ^AHill ^D That was many ^Ayears ago, but ^BmI remember ^Estill My ^Dvixen and my ^Ayoung cubs, as ^Dwe played here in the ^Eden But ^Dnow I bid you ^Aall farewell, my ^Elife is at an ^Aend ^{D A E A}