(Third Huntsman)

And as that stag lay dead I blew On my horn a lusty tir-ril-la-loo!

So speak the three as there they lay When lo! the white stag sped that way,

Frisked his heels at those huntsmen three, Then leagues o'er hill and dale was he-- Hush, hush! Piff, bang! Tir-ril-la-loo!