[THE following ballad has long been popular in Worcestershire and some of the adjoining counties. It was printed for the first time by Mr. Allies of Worcester, under the title of _The Jovial Hunter of Bromsgrove_; but amongst the peasantry of that county, and the adjoining county of Warwick, it has always been called _The Old Man and his Three Sons_—the name given to a fragment of the ballad still used as a nursery song in the north of England, the chorus of which slightly varies from that of the ballad. See post, p. 250. The title of _The Old Man and his Three Sons_ is derived from the usage of calling a ballad after the first line—a practice that has descended to the present day. In Shakspeare’s comedy of _As You Like It_ there appears to be an allusion to this ballad. Le Beau says,— There comes an old man and his three sons, to which Celia replies, I could match this beginning with an old tale.—i. 2. Whether _The Jovial Hunter_ belongs to either Worcestershire or Warwickshire is rather questionable. The probability is that it is a north country ballad connected with the family of Bolton, of Bolton, in Wensleydale. A tomb, said to be that of Sir Ryalas Bolton, the _Jovial Hunter_, is shown in Bromsgrove church, Worcestershire; but there is no evidence beyond tradition to connect it with the name or deeds of any ‘Bolton;’ indeed it is well known that the tomb belongs to a family of another name. In the following version are preserved some of the peculiarities of the Worcestershire dialect.] OLD Sir Robert Bolton had three sons, Wind well thy horn, good hunter; And one of them was Sir Ryalas, For he was a jovial hunter. He ranged all round down by the wood side, Wind well thy horn, good hunter, Till in a tree-top a gay lady he spied, For he was a jovial hunter. ‘Oh, what dost thee mean, fair lady,’ said he, Wind well thy horn, good hunter; ‘The wild boar’s killed my lord, and has thirty men gored, And thou beest a jovial hunter.’ ‘Oh, what shall I do this wild boar for to see?’ Wind well thy horn, good hunter; ‘Oh, thee blow a blast and he’ll come unto thee, As thou beest a jovial hunter.’ Then he blowed a blast, full north, east, west, and south, Wind well thy horn, good hunter; And the wild boar then heard him full in his den, As he was a jovial hunter. Then he made the best of his speed unto him, Wind well thy horn, good hunter; [Swift flew the boar, with his tusks smeared with [gore], {125a} To Sir Ryalas, the jovial hunter. Then the wild boar, being so stout and so strong, Wind well thy horn, good hunter; Thrashed down the trees as he ramped him along, To Sir Ryalas, the jovial hunter. ‘Oh, what dost thee want of me?’ wild boar, said he, {125b} Wind well thy horn, good hunter; ‘Oh, I think in my heart I can do enough for thee, For I am the jovial hunter.’