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Title
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Tally ho! Hark away!
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Singer
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Boucher, Thomas
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
The sun has just peeped his head over the hills,
The ploughboy is whistling so blithe in the fields,
The small birds are singing so sweet on each spray,
And the huntsman to his hounds does say.
Chorus
Tally ho! Hark away! away! away!
Tally ho! Hark away!
Verse 2
Come, come my brave sportsmen, and make no delay,
Come, saddle your horses, and let us haste away;
For the fox is in view, and he's kindling with scorn,
Come along, my brave sportsmen, and join the shrill horn.
Chorus
Verse 3
Now he's led us a chase more than fifty long miles,
Over hedges, over ditches, over gates and over stiles;
Up comes little Ben with his musical horn,
We shall soon overtake him, for his brush drags the ground.
Chorus
Verse 4
Now we've followed him close, four hours in full cry,
Tally ho! Hark away! For now he must die:
We'll cut off his brush with a holloaing noise,
And drink a good health to the fox hunting boys.
Chorus
