Malcolm above lamented Mike Harding's omission of details of Edwin Waugh's version, so here it is. I took it from 'Owd Cronies in Tufts of Heather vol I(3) - it continues onto another page and the song is on the continuation page:Three Jolly Hunters, about 1/3 way down the page.

Mick

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THREE JOLLY HUNTERS

It's of three jolly hunters, an' a-hunting they did go;
An' they hunted, an' they halloo'd, an' they blew their horns also.
   Look ye there!

An' one said, "Mind yo'r e'en, an' keep yo'r noses reet i'th wind,
An' then, bi scent or seet, yo'n leet o' summat to yo'r mind."
   Look ye there!

They hunted, and they halloo'd, an' the first thing they did find
Was a tatter't boggart, in a feelt, an' that they left behind.
   Look ye there!

One said it was a boggart, an' another he said "Nay;
It's just a drunken tinker that has gone an' lost his way."
   Look ye there!

They hunted, an' they halloo'd, an' the next thing they did find
Was a turnip in a stubble-field, an' that they left behind.
   Look ye there!

One said it was a turnip, an' another he said "Nay;
It's just a cannon-bo' 'at owd Noll Crummill thrut away."
   Look ye there!

They hunted, an' they halloo'd, an' the next thing they did find
Was a cratchinly owd pig-trough, an' that, too, they left behind.
   Look ye there!

One said it was a pig-trough, but another he said "Nay;
It's some poor craiter's coffin," an' that caused 'em much dismay.
   Look ye there!

They hunted, an' they halloo'd, an' the next thing they did find
Was a jackdaw, lyin' cowd an' still, an' that they left behind.
   Look ye there!

One said it was a jackdaw, an' another he said "Nay
It's nobbut an' owd blackin'-brush 'at somebry's thrut away."
   Look ye there!

They hunted, an' they halloo'd, an' the next thing they did find
Was a gruntin', grindin' grindlestone, an' that they left behind.
   Look ye there!

One said it was a grindlestone, another he said "Nay
It's nought but an' owd frozzen cheese 'at somebry's roll't away."
   Look ye there!

They hunted, an' they halloo'd, an' the next thing they did find
Was a bull-cauve in a pin-fowd, an' that, too, they left behind.
   Look ye there!

One said it wur a bull-cauve, an' another he said "Nay;
I's just a painted jackass that has never larnt to bray."
   Look ye there!

They hunted, an' they halloo'd, an' the next thing they did find
Was two young lovers in a lane, an' these they left behind.
   Look ye there!

One said that they were lovers, but another he said "Nay
They're two poor wanderin' lunatics — come, let us go away."
   Look ye there!

So they hunted, an' they halloo'd till the setting of the sun
An' they'd nought to bring away at last, when th' huntin' day was done.
   Look ye there!

Then one unto the other said, "This huntin' doesn't pay;
But wean powler't up an' down a bit, an' had a rattlin' day."
   Look ye there!

Source: Edwin Waugh, 'Owd Cronies