My name it is Paul Crenna, so I was born near Bonfire Hill, that was many years ago but Iremember still, my brothers and my sisters as we played near the den, with their careand all the world, my life was easy then.When I was scarcely nine months old, I first met with a howl.I heard their voices through the wood as I came above ground.I found it very easy to leave them in my wake.I wandered many miles a day, it was to prove my faith.While I was on that journey, I met her in the cobs.She had a handsome thick red coat, straightway my heart was lost.We spent that year together, at seven cubs all told.I thanked the hounds for sending me upon that distant road.My mate and I, we stayed together many seasons more.Pheasants in the wintertime, we always had in store.And in the springtime, I worked hard to feed the newborn young.Hunting through the short chill nights, till the rising sun.And many times when I was stalking rabbits on my own,I heard the distant hunting horn that called the stragglers home.At times the hounds would follow me, but I would have my fun.Across the fields and the meadows, I'd give them a good run.The years have passed, my ex and I, and I am on my own.My legs are tired, my coat is rough, and all my seed is sold.I do not wish a lingering death, I'll meet the hounds again.And take them on a final chase, once more they'll serve my end.My name it is Bo Reynolds, I was born near Bonfire Hill.That was many years ago, but I remember still.My vixen and my young cubs, as we played near the den.But now I bid you all farewell, my life is at an end.*