John Peel
                         J. W. Graves

D'ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay? D'ye
ken John Peel at the break o' day? D'ye ken John Peel when he's
far, far a-way. With his hounds and his horn in the morning?

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For the sound of his horn brought me from my bed, And the
cry of his hounds, which he oft-times led; Peel's view halloo' would
waken the dead, Or the fox from his lair in the morning.

Yes, I ken John Peel and Ruby too,
Ranter and Ringwood, Bellman and True;
From a find to a check, from a check to a view,
From a view to a death in the morning.
For the sound of his horn, etc.

Then here's to John Peel from my heart and soul,
Let's drink to his health, let's finish the bowl;
We'll follow John Peel through fair and through foul,
If we want a good hunt in the morning.
For the sound of his horn etc.

D'ye ken John Pell with his coat so gay?
He liv'd at Troutbeck once on a day;
Now he has gone far, away;
We shall ne'er hear his voice in the morning.
For the sound of his horn, etc.

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