On the first of November on a bright autumn's day To the hills of Dromela I chanced for to stray I was feeding on green grass that grows on yon ground When my heart was set a beating by the cry of the hounds Musha right tallyho, harky over high ho Harky over cries the huntsman harkey over high ho. They hunted me up and they hunted me down The bold huntsmen of Scotland on my tail sent the hounds. Over highlands and lowlands moorlands also Over hedges and ditches like the wind I did go. There was Ringwood and Rouser they gave me a close brush But they soon found me hiding twas in the rush bush For better or worse I know I must die But I'll do my endeavor these hounds to defy. Musha right tallyho, harky over high ho Harky over cries the huntsman harkey over high ho. Then up steps the huntsman to end all my strife Saying let the hare go giver her play for her life. Wouldn't it be far better you killed Raymond the fox Who killed all your chickens, fare hen and game cock? Musha right tallyho, harky over high ho Harky over cries the huntsman harkey over high ho. And now I must die and I know not the crime To the value of sixpence I ne'er harmed mankind. I ne'er was brought up for to rob or to steal Except for the croppings some tops of green kale Musha right tallyho, harky over high ho Harky over cries the huntsman harkey over high ho.