(DO YE KEN) JOHN PEEL

A hunting tune.

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Do ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay?

Do ye ken John Peel at the break of day?

Do ye ken John Peel when he's far, far away

With his hounds and his horn in the morning.

Twas the sound of his horn brought me from my bed

And the cry of his hounds has me oftimes led

For Peel's view holloa would wake the dead

Or a fox from his lair in the morning.

Do ye ken that hound whose voice is death?

Do ye ken her sons of peerless faith

Do ye ken that a fox with his last breath

Cursed them all as he died in the morning?

Yes, I ken John Peel and auld Ruby, too

Ranter and Royal and Bellman so true

From the drag to the chase, from the chase to the view

From the view to the death in the morning.

And I've followed John Peel both often and far

O'er the rasper fence and the gate and the bar

From Low Denton Holme to the Scratchmere Scar

When we vied for the brush in the morning.

Then here's to John Peel with my heart and soul

Come fill, fill to him a brimming bowl

For we'll follow John Peel thro fair or thro foul

While we're waked by his horn in the morning.

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