Here is my interpretation (also checking the map). Between the two you should get your song.

Did ever you hear how the Ullswater pack,
Once hunted a fox on Helvellyn,
They ran in to Mardale and all the way back,
And the route Reynard took was past telling,
Bob Grisdale first viewed him in Blaeberry Grag,
The halloo resounded to Rydal,
On hearing that summons, that fox did not flag,
And thought it best not to be idle.

CHORUS: So pass the jug round, toasting each hound,
They merit a bumper so pass the jug round.
Ready are they, fit for the fray,
Oh get away, get away, get away.

Young Countess and Careless were first in the chase,
Going nearly a mile in a minute.
For Matchless and Music, too hot was the pace,
But Comrade and Trixey were in it.
By Deepdale and Dovedale to Riggingdale Straights,
Perhaps you may think I'm a liar.
Up Cashey and Kitsey the fox never waits,
A stayer and also a flier.

Through Riggindell Forest to Pattingdale Kirk,
Up Welter and Swirrel and Striding,
Where Bowman was waiting with Fury and Turk,
That fox could not creep into hiding.
They killed it in old pen and oh what a din,
O’er mountain and valley resounded.
Then home with our prize to the White Lion Inn,
Where beer and good vittals abounded.

No need for romancing when all of us know,
That Melody, Countess and Cracker.
Will follow their game at the call of 'Old Joe',
While Mariner's naught but a slacker.
Whatever the weather come wind, rain or snow,
Our beauties so fleet and true-hearted.
Will follow wherever bold Reynard will go,
Nor falter when once they have started.