As I was a-walking one morning last autumn I overheard some noble fox-hunting Between some noble men and the Duke of Wellington So early before the day was dawning There was Dido, Bendigo, Gentry, he was there-o Traveller, he never looked behind him There was Countess, Rover, Bonny Lass and Jover These are the hounds that would find him Well, the first fox being young and his trials just beginning He made straight away for the cover He’s run up yon highest hill,and run down yon lowest ghyll Thinking that he’d find his freedom there for ever Now, the next fox being old, and his trials past a-dawning He’s made straight away for the river The fox he has jumped in, and an ‘ound jumped after him It was Traveller, a-striding on for ever Well, they’ve run across the plain, but they’ll soon return again The fox nor the hounds never failing It’s been just one month today since I heard the Squire say Oh, forward then me brave hounds for ever