Another version, from The Badminton Library of Sports and Pastimes, Vol. 16: The Poetry of Sport, edited by Hedley Peek, 1896:

WHEN BUCKS A HUNTING GO

How sweet is the horn that sounds in the morn
When bucks a hunting go,
When bucks a hunting go,
While all my fancy dwells upon Nancy,
I'll sing tally oh!

The Fox jump'd over the gate so high,
And the hounds all after him go,
The hounds all after him go,
While all my fancy dwells upon Nancy,
I'll sing tally oh!

How happy is my wife and I,
When that we homeward go,
When that we homeward go,
While all my fancy dwells upon Nancy,
I'll sing tally oh!

Now since it's so, let's merry be,
We will drink before we go,
We will drink before we go,
While all my fancy dwells upon Nancy,
I'll sing tally oh!