I think this is a nearer set of lyrics to the original in the Holme Valley Beagles Book.

It's probably what I sang in the far distant past.

Doctor Mack
Here Doctor Mack no more enjoys the burden of my song sir
I'll tell you the life the priest enjoyed his constitution strong sir,
He laughed and winked at those that drinks to those that were not bound sir,
He raised his glass and let it pass and Tally O the hounds sir

Ch And Tally Ho And Tally Ho and tally ho the hounds sir
Last line of verse

It's every day he could afford to dine on boil and roast sir,
And then as great as any Lord to drink his favourite toast, sir
Twas his delight to drink all night his cares in punch to drown sir
And in the morn to greet the horn and Tally O the hounds sir

It happened on St. Herod's day as he was going to mass sir
He heard the music of the hounds & saw bold Reynard pass sir
He shut his book his flock forsook and threw aside his gown sir
He mounted his horse to hunt the fox and tally O the hounds sir

It's every day he went to mass the priest put on his boots, sir
And if the fox that way should pass he'd follow in pursuit sir
He nimbly leapt o'er hedge & ditch to him there were no bounds sir
And if he could he'd lead the van and tally O the hounds sir

Once he had a pair to wed as the fox came full in view, sir
The drew his surplice o'er his head and bid the pair adieu sir,
They both did pray that he might stay for they were not full bound sir,
He said that night to bed they might and tally O the hounds sir

The priest he had an honest heart he'd neither hurt nor harm sir
The sprightly horn both night and morn his senses did him charm sir
He ne'er oppressed nor poor distressed his praise I will renown sir
He thought it no crime at any time to tally O the hounds sir