John Peel

Do you know John Peel with his coat so gay?
Do you know John Peel at the break of the day?
Do you know John Peel when he's 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 often led me
For Peel's view holloa would wake the dead
Or a fox from his lair in the morning

Do you know 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 know 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
Over 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 woken by his horn in the morning

Do you know John Peel?
Do you know John Peel?
Do you know John Peel?
Do you know John Peel?
Do you know John Peel?
Do you know John Peel?
Do you know John Peel?
Do you know John Peel?
Do you know John Peel?
Do you know John Peel?
Do you know John Peel?
Do you know John Peel?

Do you know John Peel when he's far away
With his hounds and his horn in the morning?