And a hunting we will go, oho, oho, oho,
And a hunting we will go, oho, oho, oho,
With the huntsman, Tally, oh.
On Weary Bank, ye know the same,
Unkenell'd was the fox;
Who led us, and our hounds of fame,
O'er mountains, moors, and rocks,
When a hunting we do go, &c.
'Twas Craythorn first swift reynard made,
To Limton then did fly;