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filled. The grand rolling rhythm of the words, set, as 

 they have been, to fine swinging music by Metcalfe, 

 has gained the song an extraordinary popularity — far 

 beyond its merits as a literary composition. The 

 original manuscript, in the Cumbrian dialect, is now in 

 the possession of Mr Iredale of Dalston, near Carlisle, 

 and the following is a correct transcript of the song as 

 rendered subsequently by the author into common 

 English : — 



D'YE KEN JOHN PEEL? 



D'ye ken John Peel with his coat so grey ? 

 D'ye ken John Peel at the break of the day .' 

 D'ye ken John Peel when he's far, far away, 

 With his hounds and his horn in the morning ? 



'Twas the sound of his horn call'd me from my bed, 



And the cry of his hounds has me oft-times led ; 



For Peel's view-halloo would waken the dead, 



Or a fox from his lair in the morning. 



D'ye ken that bitch whose tongue is death ? 

 D'ye ken her sons of peerless faith ? 

 D'ye ken that a fox with his last breath 

 Curs'd them all as he died in the morning ? 

 {Chorus) 'Twas the sound of his horn, &c. 



Yes, I ken John Peel and auld Ruby, too, 

 Ranter and Royal and Bellman as true, 

 From the drag to the chase, from the chase to the view, 

 From the view to the death in the morning. 

 'Twas the sound of his horn, &c. 



And I've followed John Peel both often and far, 

 O'er the rasper-fence, and the gate and the bar. 

 From low Denton-holme up to Scratchmere Scar, 

 When we vied for the brush in the morning. 

 'Twas the sound of his horn, Sic. 



Then, here's to John Peel with m}' heart and soul. 

 Come fill — fill to him another strong bowl : 

 And we'll follow John Peel thro" fair and thro' foul 

 When we're wak'd b)' his horn in the morning. 

 'Twas the sound of his horn, &c 



