Martin Carthy And Dave Swarbrick - White Hare lyrics

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