I'll add my version. My grandmother sung it to my mother - from Indiana? Isle of Guernsey? Don't know how far back it goes.

Come all ye merry farmers who love to hunt the fox
And let's go chase Bold Reynard among the hills and rocks.

Come a hoot, come a hoot, come a hi-lo
Along the merry street
Come a rin-tin-tin and a tippy-tippy-tin
Beneath the royal bow-wow-wow
With a sing fie-yiddle-yiddle yie-de-ay
Through the fields we run, brave boys and through the fields we run.

Now the first I saw was a blind man,
As blind as he could be
He said he saw Bold Reynard run up a holler tree

Come a hoot, come a hoot, come a hi-lo
Along the merry street
Come a rin-tin-tin and a tippy-tippy-tin
Beneath the royal bow-wow-wow
With a sing fie-yiddle yiddle yie-de-ay
Through the fields we run, brave boys and through the fields we run.