I uploaded a Welsh version of "Hunting the Hare", written by A P Graves which translated into English is:

Hunting The Hare

O the yelping of hounds, the skelping along the cover and out at the back.
O the galloping! O the walloping! O the rush of the gone away ‘Jack’.
Off like a feather he floats o’er the heather Blackberry calling the tune in his track,
Spot and Spider and Beauty beside her, then Red Rake and the rest of the pack.

Now they've lost him and now they're finding him, now he's winding 'em round by the stack
Hark! The horn! To the height we follow 'em, cheer and holloa 'em for'ard or back.
Ne'er such a frisker at fate cocked a whisker, or bustled us brisker, than yonder old Jack.
One more double across the stubble, and he's in trouble and tossed by the pack.

Bay and Grey are away to the stable, and jovial hunters the table attack ;
Meat we're munching and oats they're crunching, and pails they empty and bottles we crack
Here's to the Master! No fairer or faster to steady the heady or screw up the slack!
Here's to the Hunt! And our glasses a-jingle with joy commingle—and here's to the Pack !


My 12-string guitar accompanied version can be found at:
Hunting the Hare (Including lyrics and chords)