T’was on a bright and shinin’ morn
When first we heard that happy hunting horn
At the earliest dawning of day,
T’was the Duke of Buckingham
And many a squire and yeoman came
The grey shadows they were fastly fading.
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There was Dido, Bendigo
Gentry they were there-o
Traveller who never looked behind him.
There was Countess, Rowler, Bonny Lass and Towler.
These were the Hounds that did find him.
At first our fox being young
His trials all before him,
Made straight away for the cover.
He then clam up yon highest hill
And went down yon deepest ghyll
Thinking there to hide himself forever.
Our huntsman tried they o’er the plain
Then he tried them back again,
His horse and his hound wearied never.
It was just twelve months today
I heard our squire say,
“Hark forrard, Hark my gallant hounds together.
Our second fox being old,
His trials all behind him
Made straight away for the river
To save his brush he tried to swim,
But Dido quickly plunged after him
And Traveller destroyed his life forever.