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Holmes of Norley, Cheshire.
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Old Reynard's Got Away
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Oe'r hill and dale the echoes sale, 'tis the merry huntsman's horn, Across Hatchmere the note rings clear on a pleasant Autumn morn The hounds are baying, the horn is saying come hunt with us today. In the forest green tawny red is seen bold Reynards's on his way. Chorus. View Hello, Duri, Duri, Duri Ya Ha Ha Tallio Old Reynards got away. Across Red Hollow the hounds they follow old Reynard in his flight. He crossed the road and never slowed to scale the Old Pale height. Through bush and brake around Black Lake he found no place to hide. With panting breath and fearing death he jumped the Battleaxe Ride. Chorus By Hornsby's rough in Gallowsclough, the old fox doubled back, He breasted the ridge, by the station bridge so dodged the yelping pack. Through the station yard they pressed him hard he escaped along the rail, So past the box they chased that fox just ahint his bushy tail. Chorus 'Tis my belief that sly old thief he knew his train times well, For the Chester train on the upside main scattered those hounds to hell. The huntsmen cried, they damn near died, as the train went thundering by, And up the batter they were forced to scatter and to watch three young hounds die. Chorus When the whistle blew the old fox knew he'd escaped both hounds and men, Leaving three hounds dead, away he fled to his earthy forest den. Through the forest rides there still he glides by night he raids for fowl, On a frosty night in the pale moonlight you'll know him by his howl. Chorus. |