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Posted by IONA English folk correspondent, 29th Mar 2006
A hunting song from the Border counties of Cheshire and Shropshire.
How sweet is the horn that blows in the morn,
Young bucks a-hunting go;
How sweet is the horn that blows in the morn,
Young bucks a-hunting go,
You bucks a-hunting go;
All my fancy dwells upon Nancy,
While I sing Tally-ho!
The fox leaped over the hedges so high,
The hounds all after him go;
The fox leaped over the hedges so high,
The hounds all after him go,
The hounds all after him go;
All my fancy dwells upon Nancy,
While I sing Tally-ho!
How sweet is my home, my low, little cot,
Let my station be high or low;
How sweet is my home, my low, little cot,
Let my station be high or low,
Let my station be high or low;
All my fancy dwells upon Nancy,
While I sing Tally-ho!
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