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.Said the sporting young fellows on Carperby side, 



We'll run him a race that will bring down his pride ; 



By the clear running Tees is a far swifter hound ; 



Brave " Spanker " we'll match all the North Country 

 round. 



Tally ho! Tally ho! 



Hark away, my brave hounds. Tally ho! 



This challenge, so fearless, roused Tomlinson's ire. 

 The sportsmen of Wensleydale rose like a fire : 

 We'll back him, they said, as we've backed him before, 

 Bold "Butcher," that hunts by the bonny bright Yore. 



Tally ho! Tally ho! 



Hark away, my brave hounds. Tally ho ! 



Kit Routh, Squire Chapman, with Fryer and Parke, 

 Besides many others came up to the mark, 

 Tom Handcock, the trainer, took "Butcher" in hand- 

 There ne'er was a trainer like Tom in the land. 



Tally ho! Tally ho! 



Hark away, my brave hounds. Tally ho ! 



The grey mountains basked in the sun's rosy beam, 

 The gentle breeze sighed over wild wood and stream, 

 No jollier day for a hound trail or race. 

 When Stagsfell beheld them both start on the race. 



Tally ho! Tally ho! 



Hark away, my brave hounds. Tally ho ! 



