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He is up the hill and is down the dale, 

 And whatever he does he is never stale, 

 And when he has coupled he drinks his ale 

 And homeward then does go. — Chorus. 



There's the 'Prentice Hand who makes this song — 



A-hunting he will go ; 

 He never walks fast and he can't run long 



When a-hunting he does go ; 

 He stands by the wall and he stops to the last. 

 And he never says a word when the hare goes past, 

 And in rain or shine or in stormy blast 



A-hunting he will go. — Chorus. 



Then here's to the Fox and the Hare and the Hounds, 



When a-hunting we do go ; 

 And here's to the pleasure which ever abounds 



When a-hunting we do go ; 

 And here's to the scent on a fine hunting day. 

 And here's to us all, at work or at play, 

 And here's to the Squire, — may he live long to say — 



"A-hunting we will go." 



A-hunting we will go, 



A-hunting we will go. 

 It's " Tally-ho " now, and " So-ho " then. 

 And it suits old-fashioned hunting men 

 To join the Squire again and again 



When a-hunting he does 0:0. 



