Near Howden town, near Howden town, as I have heard them tell There once was a white hare that used there for to dwell. She's been hunted be beagles гончая and greyhounds борзая so fair, But there's never one amongst them could come near this old white hare, With me right fol-de-diddle-o right fol-de-day.
They went into the place where the white hare used to lie, They uncoupléd the beagles and beginnin' for to try. They uncoupléd the beagles and beat the bushes round But there was never a white hare not there to be found, With me right fol-de-diddle-o right fol-de-day.
There was Jim Smith, the huntsman, and Tom, the whipper-in, выжлятник Went down to yonder fern папоротник side to see if she be in; With that she took a jump me boys and away she did run And yonder she is going don't you see her gentlemen, With me right fol-de-diddle-o right fol-de-day.
The footmen they did run and the huntsmen they did ride, Such hollering and shouting there was on every side. Such hollering and shouting I never before have known, And all of them were crying, Tallyho, tallyho! With me right fol-de-diddle-o right fol-de-day.
There was twenty good beagles that caused her for to die, There wasn't a one among them above a foot high, The number of the beagles there never could be found And never was there such hunting upon our English ground, With me right fol-de-diddle-o right fol-de-day.