The North Tyne Foxhunters (John Buglass)

Did ye ever ken Tom Robson
The great hunting king
When hunting his hounds
Made Warksburn fairly ring
Ye would ken Jim Murray
And his little black mare
The sound of his horn
Raised the fox from his lair

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Then hark on to Fairy
Her note we all know
Hark Hallo he’s away
Tally-O, Tally-O

Ye would ken Barty Charlton
Lang master o’ the pack
Through mosses and flows
He knew every track
Ye would ken Jimmy Thompson
A real canny sort
Who carried the horn
And gave us great sport

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Ye all ken Tommy Walton
In his black hunting cap
The master at the moment
And a gay canny chap
With John Thompson the whip
And Lofty the hound
They’ll soon bowl him over
If he stays above ground

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You’ll all remember Ralph Thompson
And Bracelet his hound
It was “Hark” on to Bracelet
Whenever they found
You’ll all ken Dick Davison
First man in the chase
Uphill and through dale
He goes a great pace

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Ye all ken Joe Murray
Who lives at Whitehill
He has hunted 50 years
And he’s hunting still
Ye all ken Jimmy Little
Still hearty and hale
Always had a hound
At a hunt or a trail

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Ye all ken Graham Robson
The master of finance
A pound for the funds
He’ll not miss a chance
Let them sing to these hunters
As the years roll by
May the coming generations
Let their names never die

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