Traditional ballad from Somersetshire
There's no pleasures can compare|
Wi' the hunting o' the hare,
In the morning, in the morning,
In fine and pleasant weather.
With our hosses and our hounds,
We will scamps it o'er the grounds,
|: And sing traro, huzza! :|
And sing traro, brave boys, we will foller.
2. And when poor puss arise,|
Then away from us she flies;
And we'll gives her, boys, we'll gives her,
One thundering and loud holler!
3. And when poor puss is killed,
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