The Boar Is Dead Lyrics

1. The Boar is dead,
Lo, here is his head:
What man could have done more
Than his head off to strike,
Meleager like,
And bring it as I do before?

2. His living spoiled
Where good men toiled,
Where made kind Ceres sorry;
But now, dead and drawn,
Is very good braun,
And we have brought it for ye.

3. Then set down the swineyard,
The foe to the vineyard,
Let Bacchus crown his fall;
Let this boar's head and mustard
Stand for pig, goose, and custard,
And so you are welcome all.