The Huntsman blows his horn in the morn,
When folks goes hunting, oh!
When folks goes hunting, oh!
When folks goes hunting, oh!
The Huntsman blows his horn in the morn,
When folks goes hunting, oh!
The Fox jumps over the Parson’s gate,
And the Hounds all after him go,
And the Hounds all after him go,
And the Hounds all after him go.
But all my fancy dwells on Nancy,
So I’ll cry, Tally-ho!
So I’ll cry, Tally-ho!
