Two, four, six, eight, sixteen couple,
They were at him every one.
“Hark for’ad, for’ad to him”
Came the squire’s voice so gay,
And the next we heard
Was Danny yelling, “Tally ho! Away!”
“Hold hard! Give the hounds a moment.”
We heard the squire roar,
And then like the start for the “National”
Over the grass we tore.