50 tu Wensiepdaie Rounds Past and Present 



Then loud was the shout on each mountain and height — 



Ho! "Butcher;" Ho! "Spanker;" as each came in 

 sight; 



Grim Whitfell re-echoed the sound of their call, 



With Hawbank, Nab End, and Ellerkin tall. 



Tally ho! Tally ho! 



Hark away, my brave hounds. Tally ho ! 



Ten miles did they run, right to Marlyha top — 

 Ten miles did they run without waver or stop; 

 Tally ho ! shouted Lobly, I see only one, 

 'Tis "Spanker," brave "Spanker," as sure as a gun. 



Tally ho ! Tally ho ! 



Hark away, my brave hounds. Tally ho! 



Then shouting and cheering rose lustier still, 

 When "Butcher" lept up o'er the brow of the hill, 

 Right ahead the brave hound passed the post like a dart^ 

 And their cheers died in silence and sorrow of heart. 



Tally ho! Tally ho! 



Hark away, my brave hounds. Tally ho! 



Then here's to brave "Butcher," to Handcock and 



Fryer, 

 To Tomlinson, Parke and the jolly old Squire; 

 Hurrah! jolly fellows, to Teesdale go back, 

 You've nought like the pride of the Wensleydale pack. 



Tally ho! Tally ho! 



Hark away, my brave hounds. Tally ho! 



