| lyric | On the first day of Spring in the year ninety three,
The first recreation was in this countery,
The King’s County gentlemen o’er hills, dales and rocks,
They rode out so jovially in search of a fox,
Tallyho hark away, Tallyho hark away,
Tallyho hark away boys a way.
When Reynard was started he faced Tullamore,
Arklow and Wicklow along the sea shore;
He kept his brush in view every yard of the way,
And it’s straight he took his course through the street of Roscrea.
But Reynard, sly Reynard, lay hid there that night,
And they swore they would watch him until the daylight;
Early next morning the woods they did resound
With the echo of horns and the sweet cry of hounds.
When Reynard was started he faced to the hollow,
Where none but the hounds and the footmen could follow,
The gentlemen cried, ‘Watch him, watch him, what shall we do?
If the rocks do not stop him he will cross Killaloe.’ |