Tan Tan Tivvy Tally-Ho

Do yer ken John Peel with his coat so grey
He was a huntsman, so they say!
Now I′m going to tell you, one and all
Of a hunt we had at Teddicombe Hall
First in the field with a hunt that year
We started off with a huntsman's cheer
I was in charge of the the huntsman′s beer
Tan tan tivvy tally-'o!
Sharp on the stroke of nine we went
An hour in a lavender field we spent
That put the dogs right off the scent
Tan tan tivvy tally-'o!
Tally-ho!
Then the horn began to blow
And away we start to go
With a "Hi gee up!" and a "Hi gee whoa!"
At the head of the field was Major Snell
He hired a horse from the Tram Hotel
The horse wouldn′t go till he rang his bell
Tan tan tivvy tally-′o!
Yoicks! Yoicks! Gee up! Give 'er a bit!
Old Farmer Grey, who is eighty eight
He took a leap at a five bar gate
He landed on a spot where I can′t state
Tan tan tivvy tally-'o!
A lady remarked as she joined the group
"The tail of the fox I hope to scoop
′Cause I'm very fond of foxtail soup!"
Tan tan tivvy tally-′o!
Up and down
We were bobbin' up and down
I was next to Mrs Brown
Who was shoutin', "What ho! She bumps, he ho!"
The hounds are away through a hedge of thorn
But where is the blast of the huntsman′s horn?
He was too busy blastin′ the coat he'd torn
Tan tan tivvy tally-′o!
Yoicks! Dieu! Dieu!
A local policeman, I confess
Joined in the hunt, and as you can guess
He wanted the fox's name and address
Tan tan tivvy tally-′o!
Johnson's gee-gee went on strike
He left him there and began to hike
He finished the hunt on an old pushbike
Tan tan tivvy tally-′o!
"To the kill!"
Someone shouted, "To the kill!"
And as we got up the hill
All the hounds had got was an old scarecrow!
The dogs were keen and deservin' praise
They followed the fox down various ways
For eleven more months and ten more days
Tan tan tivvy tally-'o!
Now those who are fond of a huntsman′s call
Must come to the hunt down Teddicombe Hall
Bring your own "yoicks!" and your "tally tally-′o!"
And a-hunting we will go!