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Three Men Went A-Hunting / Three Drunken Huntsmen / Six Jovial Welshmen

[ Roud 283 ; Master title: Three Men Went A-Hunting ; G/D 2:283 ; Ballad Index R077 ; ThreeHuntsmen at Old Songs ; GlosTrad Roud 283 ; Wiltshire 299 , 996 ; Mudcat 37602 ; trad.]

Hywel Wood of Bala, Merioneth, Wales, sang Three Men Went A-Huntin’ to Peter Kennedy on 11 November 1954 (BBC recording 22439). This recording was included on the anthology Songs of Animals and Other Marvels (The Folk Songs of Britain Volume 10; Caedmon 1961, Topic 1970).

A.L. Lloyd sang Three Drunken Huntsmen in 1956 on the Riverside album English Drinking Songs, which was reissued on CD on the Topic label in 1998. He noted:

Many a happy farmhand with a belly full of beer and a head full of bees has listened to this song with something near quiet ecstasy. A snatch of the song appears in a play called The Rivals (1668), which Shakespeare may have had a hand in. Later it moved to America where, in the 1840s, it was in the repertory of the Hutcheson Family of travelling singers. Nowadays it seems to be the exclusive property of children and drunks.

Jack Elliott sang The Three Welshmen in a recording that was made in 1961 by Ewan MacColl and Peggy Seeger and was released on Folkways’ “musical portrait of a Durham mining family”, The Elliotts of Birtley. MacColl noted:

Commonly known as The Three Jolly/Jovial Welshmen, the song usually concerns three hunters/farmers who may be Welsh (though occasionally they are an Englishman, an Irishman and a Scot) who give absurd identifications to objects and creatures encountered in the course of their travels. Bold Reynolds and The Three Jovial Hunters are related pieces. Though fairly common in the United States, the song is rarely found in Britain.

Cyril Tawney sang The Three Huntsmen at a concert presented by the English Folk, Dance and Song Society at the Royal Festival Hall, London on 4 June 1965 which was released in the same year on the LP Folksound of Britain. He also sang it on his 1970 Argo LP Children’s Songs From Devon and Cornwall. He noted on the latter album:

The Endacott family version of a song which has numerous verses and an ancient pedigree. Recorded by Peter Kennedy in the Chagford area of Devon [George Endacott, South Zeal, Devon, 29 May 1952, BBC recording 17797].

Charlie Hill sang Three Men Went A-Hunting in between 1974 and 1976 on the Topic anthology from Devon’s traditional singers recorded by Sam Richards, Tish Stubbs and Paul Wilson, Devon Tradition. Richards et al noted:

[…] Peter Kennedy also recorded Jack Endacott singing The Hunting Song. Charlie Hill says that he learned his version from the same singer. His tune is certainly the same, but some of the words differ. Charlie is a popular figure in folk “revival” events around Dartmoor. Perhaps Jack Endacott’s original has picked up some other influences?

Bob Davenport sang Three Men Went A-Hunting on his Topic album 1977.

Martin Carthy sang Six Jovial Welshmen in 1998 on the album Wood—Wilson—Carthy. He noted:

Six Jovial Welshmen (the first and last verses that is) is supposed to be a bit of a St David’s Day carol and if nothing else you can tell which side the singer was on in the Wars of the Roses. The three verses in the middle are from a totally unrelated song which just happens to have Welshmen in it as well.

The Teacups sang Three Jolly Huntsmen in 2020 on their third and final album, In Which…. They noted:

Collected by Olive Dame Campbell from Annie Whitney, Takoma Park D:C in 1915. The lyrics have been put to a fabulous dance tune called Star Above the Garter which can commonly be found being at New England contra dances.

Lyrics

Hywel Wood sings Three Men Went A-Huntin’

O, three men went a-huntin’ and nothing could they find.
Only a haystack in a field, my boys, and that they left behind.
The Englishman said: “That’s a haystack.” Scottie he says: “Nay!”
Poor old Pat says: “Sure and faith, that is an English church
And the steeple blown away.”

Three men went a-huntin’ and nothing could they find,
Only a hedgehog in a field, my boys, and that they left behind.
The Englishman said: “That’s a hedgehog.” Scottie he says: “Nay!”
Poor old Pat said: “Sure and faith, that is a pin cushion
And the pins stuck in the wrong way.”

Three men went a-huntin’ and nothing could they find.
Only a monkey on a telegram pole and that they left behind.
The Englishman said: “That’s a monkey.” Scottie he says: “Nay!”
Poor old Pat says: “Sure and faith, that is your great grandfather
And his whiskers turning grey.”

Three men went a-huntin’ and nothing could they find.
Only a black pig in a field, my boys. and that they left behind.
The Englishman said: “That’s a black pig." Scottie he says: “Nay!”
Poor old Pat says: “Sure and faith, that is Old Nick himself!”
And all three ran away.

A.L. Lloyd sings Three Drunken Huntsmen

It was three drunken huntsmen and nothing could they find
Until they came to a signpost and that we left behind.
The Englishman said, “Signpost”, the Scotsman he said, “Nay!”
My dad said, “Pat it’s a plum-pudding tree and the pudding’s has blown away.”

Chorus (after each verse):
Tally ho, hawk away, my boys, hawk away

It was three drunken huntsmen and nothing could they find
But a frog in a well, my boys, that they left behind.
“Frog,” says the Englishman, the Scotsman he said, “Nay!”
My dad said, “Pat, a canary bird and the feather’s has washed away.”

Well all night they hunted and nothing could they find
But a dead man in the road, boys, and him they left behind.
“A man,” says the Englishman, the Scotsman he said, “Nay!”
“A monkey,” says the Irishman, “and his tail has cut away.”

Well the next day they hunted and nothing could they find
But a ship in full sail and that they left behind.
“Barquentine,” says the Englishman, the Scotsman he said, “Nay!”
My dad said, “Pat it’s a washing tub and the clothes hung up to dry.”

Well all that night they hunted and nothing could they find
But an owl in an ivy bush and that they left behind.
“An owl,” says the Englishman, the Scotsman he said, “Nay!”
“It’s the devil,” said the Irishman and they all of ’em run away.

Jack Elliott sings The Three Welshmen

We went along a bit farther and nothing could be found,
We came across Durham Gaol and that we left behind;
The Englishman said it was Durham Gaol, the Scotchman he said “Nay!”
Pat said it was a lodging house and we had no money to pay.

Chorus (after each verse):
So look at that now, so look at that now,
Titti fa la fala falay, titti fala falay.

We went along a bit farther and nothing could be found,
We came across a hedgehog and that we left behind.
The Englishman said it was a hedgehog, the Scotchman he said “Nay!”
Pat said it was a pin cushion with the pins stuck in the wrong way.

We went along a bit farther and nothing could be found,
We carne across a cow-plat and that we left behind;
The Englishman said it was a cow-plat, the Scotchman he said “Nay!”
Pat said it was a tea-cake with the currants all blown away.

Cyril Tawney sings The Three Huntsmen

We hunted all the day, my boys, but nothing could we find
But a great big haystack in a field, my boys, and him we left behind.
The Englishman said, “A haystack”, the Scotsman he said, “Nay!”
Poor Paddy said, “It’s an elephant with the trunk all blown away.”

Chorus (after each verse):
And it’s hunting we will go, will go, will go,
And it’s hunting we will go.

We hunted all the day, my boys, but nothing could we find
But a great big hedgehog in a field, my boys, and him we left behind.
The Englishman said, “A hedgehog”, the Scotsman he said, “Nay!”
Poor Paddy said, “It’s a pin cushion with the pins stuck in the wrong way.”

We hunted all the day, my boys, but nothing could we find
But a great black pig in a field, my boys, and him we left behind.
The Englishman said, “A black pig”, the Scotsman he said, “Nay!”
Poor Paddy said, “It’s the devil himself”, so all three ran away..

Martin Carthy sings Six Jovial Welshmen

It is of six jovial Welshmen, six jovial men were they,
And they would all a-hunting ride all on St David’s Day.

Chorus (after each verse):
Then fill each glass and let it pass
No sign of care betray
We will drink and sing while the bells do ring
All on St David’s Day

Oh they rode along a bit further and nothing could they find
But a hedgehog in an open field, and that they left behind.
One of them said, it’s a hedgehog, another one he said, nay,
But the others all said, it’s a pin cushion with the pins stuck in the wrong way.

Oh they rode along a bit further and nothing could they find
But a natterjack toad in an open field and that they left behind.
One of them said, it’s a toad, sir, another one he said, nay,
But the others all said, it’s grandma’s duck with the feathers all blown away.

Oh they rode along a bit further and nothing could they find
But a haystack in an open field and that they left behind.
One of them said, it’s a haystack, another one he said nay,
But the others all said, it’s Patrick Moore, and they all ran away.

When crookback Richard wore the crown as ruler of the land
No policy could bring him down, nor his foul law withstand.
A tribute from them he did seek which they refused to pay
Now in their hat they wear the leek, all on St David’s Day.

The Teacups sing Three Jolly Huntsmen

We three jolly huntsmen are hunting off Cape Ann,
And what we did find there, I’ll tell you if I can.

We hunted and we hollered and the first thing we did find
Was Cape Ann’s lighthouse, and that we left behind.
One said it was Cape Ann’s lighthouse, the other he said nay,
He said it was a sugar-loaf with the paper torn away,
With the paper torn away.

Oh, we hunted and we hollered and the next thing we did find
Was the moon in the firmament, and that wе left behind.
One said it was thе heavenly moon, the other he said nay,
He said it was a Yankee cheese with a quarter cut away,
With a quarter cut away.

Oh, we hunted and we hollered and the next thing we did find
Was a frog in the millpond, and that we left behind.
One said it was a handsome frog, the other he said nay,
He said it was a canary-bird with the feathers blown away,
With the feathers blown away.

Oh, we hunted and we hollered and the next thing we did find
Was a fox in the undergrowth, and that we left behind.
One said it was a cunning fox, the other he said nay,
He said it was a sweeping brush with the bristles worn away,
With the bristles worn away.

Oh, we hunted and we hollered and the last thing we did find
Was an owl in the bramble-bush, and that we left behind.
One said it was a wise old owl, the other he said nay,
He said it was the Evil One, so we all three ran away,
So we all three ran away.

We three jolly huntsmen are hunting off Cape Ann,
And what we did find there, I’ve told you all I can.