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REYNARD THE FOX

On the first day of March in the year 93
The first recreation that was in this country
The King's country Gentlemen o'er hills dales and rocks
They all set out most joyfully in search of the fox

Tally Ho, hounds away, Tally Ho, hounds away,
Tally Ho, hounds away me boys. Away hounds, away!

When Reynard was started he faced Tullamore,
Then Arklow and Wicklow along the sea shore
We kept his brush in view every step of the way
Until he made his course through the streets of Rossleigh

But Reynard, sly Reynard he hid from us that night
Ans we swore that we would wait for him until the daylight
And next morning early the hills did resound
With the sweet smell of horses, and the soft cry of hounds

When Reynard restarted he faced to the hollow
Where none but the footmen and hounds they could follow
The gentlemen cried, "Watch him, watch him, what shall we do?"
"If the rocks they don't stop him he'll cross Killdaloo."

When Reynard was captured his wishes to fulfil
We called for ink and paper and a pen to write his will
And what he made mention of we thought it no prank
For he wrote us out a cheque on the national bank

To you Mister Casey, I leave my whole estate
And to you young O'Brian me money and my plate
And to you Sir Francis, me whip, spurs, and cap
For you jumped the walls and ditches, never looking for a gap