Came a-hunting the fox, bold Reynard must die,
And he flung out his train and began for to cry
Tally-ho, tally-ho! Hark forward, away, tally-ho!
The season being frosty, and the morning being clear,
A great many gentlemen appoint to meet there;
To meet with Squire Sands with honour and fame
And his dogs in their glory to honour his name.
There Gaby the huntsman with his horn in his hand,
It sounded so clear and the dogs at command,
Tantive! Tantive! the horn it did sound,