Near Howden town, near Howden town, as I have heard them say tell
There once was a white hare that used there for to dwell
She's been hunted be beagles and greyhounds so fair
But there wasn't a one amongst them could come near this old white hare
With me right foll the diddle-o me right foll the day
They went to the place where the white hare used to lie
They uncoupléd the beagles and beginned her to try
They uncoupléd the beagles and they beat the bushes round
But there never was a white hare not there to be found
With me right foll the diddle-o me right foll the day
There was Jim Smith the huntsman and Tom the whipper-in
Were down to yonder fernside 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 foll the diddle-o me right foll the day
Oh 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 the men were crying, Tallyho, tallyho!
With me right foll the diddle-o me right foll the day
There was twenty good beagles that causéd her 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 foll the diddle-o me right foll the day