Somersetshire Hunting Song |
Traditional ballad from Somersetshire
There's no pleasures can compare Wi' the hunting o' the hare, In the morning, in the morning, In fine and pleasant weather. Chorus: With our hosses and our hounds, We will scamps it o'er the grounds, |: And sing traro, huzza! :| And sing traro, brave boys, we will foller. | 2. And when poor puss arise, Then away from us she flies; And we'll gives her, boys, we'll gives her, One thundering and loud holler! Chorus:
3. And when poor puss is killed, |