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Title
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John Peel
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Singer
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Acott, Charles
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
You remind John Peel in the days gone by,
How he cheered on his hounds with a jovial cry;
How he cheered on his hounds with a jovial cry;
With his horn sounding shrill in the morning?
Verse 2
Right fearless he rode, like a brave man and true,
With his hounds on ahead, and the fox in full view,
While the green valleys rang with his loud Whoop! Halloo!
And the blast of his horn in the morning.
Verse 3
Then away, yes, away through the green gorse and dell,
John Peel was the foremost, and Reynard could tell;
John Peel was the foremost, and Reynard could tell;
With his horn sounding shrill in the morning.
Verse 4
A bumper, a bumper, we'll give him his claim,
We'll drink to his health, and the shrine of his fame;
Long live John Peel! And remember his name.
And his horn sounding shrill in the morning.
