Tom,

I used to sing this years ago, before deciding that I wasn't into foxhunting songs any more. It's certainly a grand tune, though my friends used to refer to it disparagingly as "Dogs and Mountains", since the bulk of the lyrics consist of lists of both. Aha! Just found it near the bottom of my "songs" box file - this was transcribed by me from the Roy Harris LP mentioned above and will be inaccurate in parts as it's difficult to understand all the proper names - an Ordinance Survey map of the Lake District might help (I did recognize Swirral and Striding though!). Incidentally, Roy Harris recently played his last gig, a matter of some sadness to those of us who value good singing and an understanding of the tradition.

Did ever you hear how the Ullswater pack
Once hunted a fox on Helvellyn
They ran him to Morril (?) and all the way back
And the route Reynard took is past telling
Bob Grisdale (?) first viewed him on Bleaberry Crag
Bob's "Holloa" resounded to Lido (??)
On hearing that summons the fox didn't flag
He thought it best not to stay idle, so....

(Chorus)
Pass the jug round, toasting each hound
They merit a bumper so pass the jug round
Ready are they, fit for the fray
Oh, get away, get away, get away

Young Countess and Careless were first in the chase
Going nearly a mile in a minute
For Matchless and Music too hot was the pace
But Comrade and Trixie were in it
By Deepdale and Dovedale to Riggingdale Straits
Perhaps you may think I'm a liar
Up Cashie (?) and Kitsie (?) the fox never waits
A stayer and also a flier

Chorus

Through Riggingdale Forest to Patterdale Kirk
Up Welter (?) and Swirral and Striding
Where Bowman was waiting with Fury and Turk
That fox could not creep into hiding
They killed in the open and oh, what a din
O'er mountain and valley resounded
Then hung with our prize, to the White Lion Inn
Where beer and good vittles abounded

Chorus