Chords for Bella Hardy - Driving of the Deer

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But Peverell stood on the lord's seat, and an [Ebm] angry man was he,
For he heard the sound of a hunter's horn, [Ab] so winding up the lee.
He looked to north, he looked to south, east [Ebm] and west looked he,
[E] Oh, holy [Ebm] craftsman, Norman cried, who hunts [Ab] in my country? _ _ _ _ _
Like they think that Peverell dared [Db] no far from forest walk,
Well worth the hunting they shall find [Ab] abroad is still the hawk.
Again he looked where Eldon Hill joins with [Ebm]
[E] Conningdale,
And [Eb] then once more [Db] the bugle blast keeps swelling [Ab] along the gale.
Now mountain ride the barren pride, the sound [Bbm] comes o'er the sea,
[Gb] These outlaws who now drive [Ab] my dear shall soon outworry me.
All down the slope, along the flat, against the hill [Ebm] they [E] ride,
Nor pull [Ebm] the [Ab] rein till [Db] every steed [Ebm] stands [Ab] fast at _ Gortyside.
[Bb] _ [Ab] _ _ _ Halt, hark, I hear the Peverell set, and upward held his hand,
[Bbm] Among all his many [Ebm] kept [Ab] behind to wait the lord's command.
And westwards on the vault edge, more beyond the rocky [Ebm] height,
[E] Bulls, hounds [Ebm] and [Ab] hunters, men [Dbm] and [Abm] hulks and deer were all inside. _
_ _ _ _ Who are these who break forest law, who fear [Bbm] not Peverell's sword?
[Gb] Upspokes of pain [Ebm]
[Ab] Peverell and said, proud and he's the lord.
Sir Bruno Hite, a Franklin brave, one of the [Ebm] Saxon's [E] swine,
Who feast [Abm] each day on [Db] fat-fed beef [Ab] and guzzle ale, not wine.
Beshrew his horn, beshrew his harp, his land he may [Ebm] not ride,
If he kills a deer with a conch, his [Ab] bow by forest law he'll bide.
Ride on, Sir Payne, and tell that Charles has ceased his [Ebm] hunting [Dbm] cheer,
And [Eb] come before [Abm] his [Db] suzerain [Ab] lord, who waits his presence here. _
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[Abm] _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _ [Ab] Sir Payne rode swiftly across the dale, followed by gentle [Dbm] Spree,
[Gb] Nor stayed his horse till he had [Ab] reached the hunter's company.
And then he said, Mercers, you ride and drive our [Db] dearest free,
[E] As if this land were [Db] all your [Ebm] own and not in [Ab] forestry.
Sir Franklin [Db] cried, I'm not his man, and Peverell knows well well,
Though within the [Ebm] bounds of his forest [Ab] walk it likes me sooth to dwell.
My manner of [B] brood and I hold in [Dbm] chief a good King [Eb] Harry's might,
[E] And [Ebm] you can only [Db] force me [Ebm] hence if [Ab] strongest in the fire.
_ _ _ _ Each Saxon then appraised his spear, or twanged his [Gb] good hue-bow,
And the Normans who rode out [Ab] unarmed could match this threatening show.
Lord Peverell viewed their foes in spears and marked their [Ebm] strong [E] array,
And so [Ab] grimly smiled and [Db] softly _ _ said, We'll [Abm] right this wrong some day.
_ _ _ [Dbm] Lord Peverell stood on the _ [Abm] Lord's Sea. _ _
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