Sportsmen arouse,
the morning is clear,
the larks are singing all in the air.
Go tell your sweet lover, the hounds are out.
Saddle your horses, your saddles prepared,
we'll away to some covet and seek for our hare.
We search the woods, the groves all round,
the trial bin of us, the game is found.
Then up she springs,
through breaks she flies,
follow,
follow the musical horn,
sing, follow, hark forward the innocent hare.
The huntsman blows his joyful sound, tally ho,
me boys, all over the town.
From the woods to the valley,
see how she creeps,
follow,
follow the musical horn, sing,
follow,
hark forward the innocent hare.
All along the green turf,
she pants for breath,
the huntsman,
he cries out for death.
Reloop, reloop, the retiring hare,
follow,
follow the
musical horn,
sing, follow,
hark forward the innocent hare.
This hare has led us a noble run,
success to sportsmen every one.
Such a chance she has led us,
four hours or more.
Wine and beer we'll drink without fear,
we'll drink a success to the innocent hare.