TheFoxjumps over theParson’s GateR. Caldecott’s Picture BooksGEORGERoutledge & SonsThe Fox jumps overthe Parson’s Gate.The Huntsman blows his horn in the morn,When folks goes hunting, oh!When folks goes hunting, oh!When folks goes hunting, oh!The Huntsman blows his horn in the morn,When folks goes hunting, oh!The Fox jumps over theParson’sgate,And the Hounds all after him go,And the Hounds all after him go,And the Hounds all after him go.But all my fancy dwells onNancy,So I’ll cry,Tally-ho!So I’ll cry,Tally-ho!Now theParsonhad a pair to wedAs the Hounds came full in viewHe tossed his surplice over his head,And bid them all adieu!But all my fancy dwelt onNancy,So he cried,Tally-ho!So he cried,Tally-ho!Oh! never despise the soldier-ladThough his station be but low,Though his station be but low,Though his station be but low.But all my fancy dwells onNancy,So I’ll cry,Tally-ho!Then pass around the can, my boys;For we must homewards go,For we must homewards go,For we must homewards go.And if you ask me of this songThe reason for to shew,I don’t exactly know—ow ow,I don’t exactly know.But all my fancy dwells onNancy,So I’ll sing,Tally-ho!So I’ll sing,Tally-ho!But all my fancy dwells onNancy,So I’ll sing, TALLY-HO!
TheFoxjumps over theParson’s GateR. Caldecott’s Picture BooksGEORGERoutledge & Sons
TheFoxjumps over theParson’s GateR. Caldecott’s Picture BooksGEORGERoutledge & Sons
TheFoxjumps over theParson’s Gate
R. Caldecott’s Picture Books
GEORGERoutledge & Sons
The Fox jumps overthe Parson’s Gate.
The Huntsman blows his horn in the morn,When folks goes hunting, oh!When folks goes hunting, oh!When folks goes hunting, oh!The Huntsman blows his horn in the morn,When folks goes hunting, oh!
The Huntsman blows his horn in the morn,When folks goes hunting, oh!When folks goes hunting, oh!When folks goes hunting, oh!The Huntsman blows his horn in the morn,When folks goes hunting, oh!
The Huntsman blows his horn in the morn,When folks goes hunting, oh!When folks goes hunting, oh!When folks goes hunting, oh!The Huntsman blows his horn in the morn,When folks goes hunting, oh!
The Fox jumps over theParson’sgate,And the Hounds all after him go,And the Hounds all after him go,And the Hounds all after him go.
The Fox jumps over theParson’sgate,And the Hounds all after him go,And the Hounds all after him go,And the Hounds all after him go.
The Fox jumps over theParson’sgate,And the Hounds all after him go,And the Hounds all after him go,And the Hounds all after him go.
But all my fancy dwells onNancy,So I’ll cry,Tally-ho!So I’ll cry,Tally-ho!
But all my fancy dwells onNancy,So I’ll cry,Tally-ho!So I’ll cry,Tally-ho!
But all my fancy dwells onNancy,So I’ll cry,Tally-ho!So I’ll cry,Tally-ho!
Now theParsonhad a pair to wedAs the Hounds came full in viewHe tossed his surplice over his head,And bid them all adieu!
Now theParsonhad a pair to wedAs the Hounds came full in viewHe tossed his surplice over his head,And bid them all adieu!
Now theParsonhad a pair to wedAs the Hounds came full in viewHe tossed his surplice over his head,And bid them all adieu!
But all my fancy dwelt onNancy,So he cried,Tally-ho!So he cried,Tally-ho!
But all my fancy dwelt onNancy,So he cried,Tally-ho!So he cried,Tally-ho!
But all my fancy dwelt onNancy,So he cried,Tally-ho!So he cried,Tally-ho!
Oh! never despise the soldier-ladThough his station be but low,Though his station be but low,Though his station be but low.
Oh! never despise the soldier-ladThough his station be but low,Though his station be but low,Though his station be but low.
Oh! never despise the soldier-ladThough his station be but low,Though his station be but low,Though his station be but low.
But all my fancy dwells onNancy,So I’ll cry,Tally-ho!
But all my fancy dwells onNancy,So I’ll cry,Tally-ho!
But all my fancy dwells onNancy,So I’ll cry,Tally-ho!
Then pass around the can, my boys;For we must homewards go,For we must homewards go,For we must homewards go.And if you ask me of this songThe reason for to shew,I don’t exactly know—ow ow,I don’t exactly know.
Then pass around the can, my boys;For we must homewards go,For we must homewards go,For we must homewards go.And if you ask me of this songThe reason for to shew,I don’t exactly know—ow ow,I don’t exactly know.
Then pass around the can, my boys;For we must homewards go,For we must homewards go,For we must homewards go.And if you ask me of this songThe reason for to shew,I don’t exactly know—ow ow,I don’t exactly know.
But all my fancy dwells onNancy,So I’ll sing,Tally-ho!So I’ll sing,Tally-ho!But all my fancy dwells onNancy,So I’ll sing, TALLY-HO!
But all my fancy dwells onNancy,So I’ll sing,Tally-ho!So I’ll sing,Tally-ho!But all my fancy dwells onNancy,So I’ll sing, TALLY-HO!
But all my fancy dwells onNancy,So I’ll sing,Tally-ho!So I’ll sing,Tally-ho!But all my fancy dwells onNancy,So I’ll sing, TALLY-HO!