Текст песни Tan Tan Tivvy Tally-Ho - George Formby
                                                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!
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 John Willie's Jazz Band
2 Hitting the High Spots
3 Dare-Devil Dick
4 Baby
5 The Man Was a Stranger to Me
6 Kiss Your Mansy Pansy
7 Rhythm in the Alphabet
8 Rolling Around Piccadilly
9 Frigid Air Fanny
10 I Parted My Hair in the Middle
11 Little Wooden Toolshed In the Garden
12 Hill Billy Willie
13 John Willie Came On
14 I Always Was a Willing Young Lad
15 It's Turned Out Nice Again
16 All Going Back
17 I Can Tell It By My Horoscope
18 In the Congo
19 Our House Is Haunted
20 Swing It, George Parts 1 and 2
21 Do De O Do
22 I'm The Husband Of The Wife Of Mr. Wu
23 It's a Grand and Healthy Life
24 Chinese Laundry Blues
25 Goodnight Little Fellow Goodnight
26 The Old Kitchen Kettle
27 Pardon Me
28 I Told My Baby with the Ukulele
29 I'm Making Headway Now
30 If You Don't Want the Goods, Don't Maul 'Em
31 I Couldn't Let the Stable Down
32 John Willie At the Licensing Office (With Company) Parts 1 and 2
33 Dan, the Dairy Man
34 Could Make a Good Living at That
35 Let's All Go to Reno
36 The Blue Eyed Blonde Next Door
37 The Low-Down Lazy Turk
38 Why Don't Women Like Me?
39 Running Around the Fountain In Trafalgar Square
40 The Lancashire Hot-Pot Swingers
41 Sitting On the Ice In the Ice Rink
42 Levi's Monkey, Mike
43 With My Little Ukulele in My Hand
44 As the Hours and the Days and the Months and the Years Go By
45 She's Never Been Seen Since Then
46 Swimmin' With The Wimmin'
47 Sunbathin' in the Park
48 The Wedding of Mr Wu
49 I Went All Hot and Cold
50 My Ukulele
51 Believe It or Not
52 In a Little Wigan Garden
53 You Can't Keep A Growing Lad down
54 It's No Use Looking At Me
55 There's Nothing Proud About Me
56 The Best Of Schemes
57 Madame Moskovitch
58 John Willie Goes Carolling (With Company) Parts 1 and 2
59 Fanlight Fanny
60 The Fiddler Kept On Fiddling
61 Share And Share Alike
62 I Do Do Things I Do
63 The Pleasure Cruise
64 The Isle of Man
65 The Wash House AT The Back
66 Riding in the T.T. Races
67 Gallant Dick Turpin (With Company) Parts 1 and 2
68 A Farmer's Boy
69 Radio Bungalow Town
70 George Formby Medley Parts 1 and 2
71 Ring Your Little Bell
72 Quick Fire Medley
73 The Window Cleaner
74 Sitting On the Sand All Night
75 Keep Your Seats Please
76 Five And Twenty Years
77 Bunkum's Traveling Show
78 I'm A Froggie
79 The Ghost
80 Oh Dear Mother
81 You're A Li-A-Ty
82 When We Feather Our Nest
83 With My Little Stick Of Blackpool Rock
84 Hindoo Man
85 Trailing Around a Trailer
86 Said the Little Brown Hen
87 My Little Goat And Me
88 Trailer for "Keep Your Seats, Please"
89 The Lancashire Toreador
90 My Plus Fours
91 Easy Going Chap
92 The Window Cleaner (No. 2)
93 Somebody's Wedding Day
94 I Don't Lie
95 Keep Fit
96 Biceps, Muscle And Brawn
97 Leaning On A Lamp Post
98 Hi Tiddley Hi Ti Island
99 Trailer for "Keep Fit"
100 You Can't Stop Me From Dreaming
101 She Can't Say No
102 Remember Me
103 Maybe I'll Find Somebody Else
104 Does Your Dream Book Tell You That?
105 Like The Big Pots Do
106 I Blew a Little Blast On My Whistle
107 Wunga Bunga Boo
108 Have You Every Heard This One?
109 Springtime's Here Again
110 Noughts And Crosses
111 The Joo-Jah Tree
112 Mother, What'll I Do Now?
113 In My Little Snapshot Album
114 Our Sergeant Major
115 They Can't Fool Me
116 It's In the Air
117 Sitting Pretty with My Fingers Crossed
118 Tan Tan Tivvy Tally-Ho
119 I Wonder Who's Under Her Balcony Now
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