DOCTOR MACK (corrected for internal rhymes etc.)

Here Doctor Mack no more enjoys the burden of my song,sir.
I'll tell you the life a priest enjoys, his constitution strong,sir.
He laughs and winks at them that drinks and them that are not bound,sir,
He takes his glass and lets it pass to tally-ho the hounds,sir.

It's every day he can afford to dine on boil and roast,sir
And then as great as any lord he'll drink his favourite toast,sir
It's his delight to drink all night, his cares in punch to drown,sir
ASnd in the morn to join the horn and tally-ho the hounds,sir

It happened upüon St.Herods day as he was going to mass,sir
He heard the music of the horns and saw the beagles pass,sir
He shut his book, his flock forsook,he threw away his gown,sir
Mounted his horse to hunt the fox and tally-ho the hounds,sir

Now every day he goes to mass, the priest puts on his boots,sir
And if a fox that way should pass he'll follow in pursuit,sir
He nimbly leaps o'er hedge and ditch,to him there are no bounds,sir
And if he can he'll lead the van and tally-ho the hounds,sir

It happened he had a pair to wed,bold Reynard passed in view,sir
He drew the surplice o'er his head and bade the pair adieu,sir
They both did pray that he might stay for they were not half bound,sir
So he said that night to bed they might,and tally-ho the hounds,sir

This priest I'll vow he ne'er did wrong, he'd neither friend nor harm,sir
The spritely horn both night and morn his senses did him charm,sir
He never robbed nor poor distressed,his praise I will renown,sir
He thought no crime at any time to tally-ho the hounds,sir

(My god, the texts that slumber,long-forgotten, in the dark recesses of memory! If I bother to dig out the written text I'll probably find one or two minor differences in the last verse.)

Don