John Peel
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D'ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay? D'ye
ken John Peel at the break o' day? D'ye ken John Peel when he's
far, far a-way. With his hounds and his horn in the morning?

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For the sound of his horn brought me from my bed, And the
cry of his hounds, which he oft-times led; Peel's view halloo' would
waken the dead, Or the fox from his lair in the morning.

Yes, I ken John Peel and Ruby too,
Ranter and Ringwood, Bellman and True;
From a find to a check, from a check to a view,
From a view to a death in the morning.
For the sound of his horn, etc.

Then here's to John Peel from my heart and soul,
Let's drink to his health, let's finish the bowl;
We'll follow John Peel through fair and through foul,
If we want a good hunt in the morning.
For the sound of his horn etc.

D'ye ken John Pell with his coat so gay?
He liv'd at Troutbeck once on a day;
Now he has gone far, away;
We shall ne'er hear his voice in the morning.
For the sound of his horn, etc.

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