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;