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D'ye ken that bitch whose voice was death, 

 D'ye ken her sons of equal faith, 

 D'ye ken that a fox, with his last breath. 

 Cussed 'em all as he died i' the morning. 



Chorus — 'Twas the sound o' his horn 

 Waked me from my bed. 



An' the cry o' his hounds that he oft'times led ; 

 For Peel's "view halloa" would waken the dead, 

 Or the fox from his lair i' the morning. 



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

 *'Royal," and "Ranter," and "Bellman" so true; 

 From a drag to a chase, from a chase to a view. 

 From a view to a death i' the morning. 



Chorus — 'Twas the sound o" his horn 

 Waked me from my bed, 



An' the cry o' his hounds that he oft'times led ; 

 For Peel's "view halloa" would waken the dead, 

 Or the fox from his lair i' the mornina:. 



An' I've followed John Peel, both early an' far. 

 O'er the rusper fence, and the gate an' bar, 

 Frae Low Denton Holme up to Scratchmere Scaur, 

 Where we vied for the brush i' the morning. 



Chorus — 'Twas the sound o' his horn 

 Waked me from my bed. 



An' the cry o' his hounds that he oft'times led ; 

 For Peel's "view halloa" would waken the dead. 

 Or the fox from his lair i' the morning. 



