Just to add a little confusion to this thread, here's a version noted down in a manuscript notebook in the possession of a friend of mine. She produced this book the other day as we were having tea. I nearly fell of my chair to see this;

JOHN PEEL

Did ye ken John Peel with his hair so grey
He lived at Troutbeck once on a day
But now he has gone, far, far away
We shall ne'er see his like in the morning

        For the sound of his horn brings me from my bed
        And the cry of his pack he has often led
        John Peel's view holloa will awake the dead
        And the fox from his lair in the morning

Yes, I ken John Peel with his hair so grey
He lived at Troutbeck once on a day
But now he has gone, far, far away
We shall ne'er see his like in the morning

Did ye ken that hound whose voice is death
Did ye ken her sons of equal birth
How oft has the fox with his latest breath
Cursed those hounds as he died in the morning

Yes I ken that hound whose voice was true
Ratlin, Reefer and Belmont too
From a find to a chase, from a chase to a view
From a view to a kill in the morning

Yes I ken John Peel with his coat so red
But now both himself and his hounds are fled
All, all far away, far away have sped
We shall ne'er see his like in the morning

Then here's to John Peel with my heart and soul
Fill up, fill up another bowl
We'll follow John Peel through fair and through foul
When we're wanting a hunt in the morning

From the ms. Notebook of Mary Beresford Sherbrooke of Oxton Notts.
Who died in 1887 aged 78 years.