Shakes the dew from his brush and slinks out of his lair.
O’er the wall he comes leaping,
Up the pasture he’s creeping,
And Danny the whip has his cap in the air.
“Tally Ho! gone away! he’s an old ’un I swear.”
“Cram your hats and get ready
Hold hard, there, sir, steady.
Tally Ho! there my beauties, hard for’ad away.”
Out o’ covert they’re breaking,
The country he’s taking