Bold Reynard chords by Ben Moss

Key: D

Intro:

D

Verse 1:
    D                         G
In days of old there lived a king
           D                 A
A king in England's country fair
          D                 G
In every forest, copse and glen
                           D     G
This king would take his royal share
                D          G       D
Neither gentry fine their private lands
D                         A
Not the common fields in common hands
             D         G      D
Could e'er escape his roving eye
D                            G
Bold Reynard and his kingly tithe

Chorus:
               D        G     D
And the bugle horn did merry cry
D                     A
To sound the hunting call
       G      D        A      G
Bold Reynard with his wit so fine
    D              G
He did evade them all


Verse 2:
     D                       G
His coat of burnished amber made
                D             A
Did shine like fire atop the hill
             D            G
To put the golden sun to shame
    D                          G
As o’er his back he slung his kill
                        D         G     D
Though the huntsman's hounds did him pursue
D      G         D          A
Both brook and briar and bramble through
          D          G   D
He yet retained his liberty
      G        D               G
Bold Reynard still is roaming free


Chorus:
               D        G     D
And the bugle horn did merry cry
D                     A
To sound the hunting call
       G      D        A      G
Bold Reynard with his wit so fine
    D     A        G
He did evade them all


Verse 3:
     D                            G
But time has passed and English hearts
           D         G       A
No longer have the time nor care
            D        A       G
For either forest, copse or glen
     D                 A        G
Of which Bold Reynard has his share
          D            G       D
The city now spreads o’er the land
D     G     D                 A
No common fields for common hands
D                      G      D
And Reynard's fate is sore unkind
D     G      D       A       G
His kingdom now he leaves behind



Chorus:
               D        G     D
And the bugle horn did merry cry
D                     A
To sound the hunting call
       G      D        A      G
Bold Reynard with his wit so fine
         A         G
He did evade them all


Verse 4:
    D                          G
So now our king his lands has lost
              D                A
And swiftly comes his cruel demise
      D                    A     G
The cold dark streets his only realm
             D         A    G
And table scraps his only prize
           D          G     D
His fiery mane once royal cloak
       G      D        G         A
Now turning grey with dust and smoke
    D              G       D
As now he wanders door to door
      D               A      G
And sips the morning dew no more


Verse 5:
               D       N.C.
And the bugle horn is silent now
N.C.
No more the hunt to call
N.C.
Bold Reynard now a king dethroned
      A    D       G        D
Must as a beggar crawl