Near Howden town, near Howden town, as I have heard them tell
There once was a white hare that used there for to dwell
She's been hunted be beagles and greyhounds so fair
But there's never one amongst them could come near this old white hare
With me right fol-de-diddle-o right fol-de-day

They went into the place where the white hare used to lie
They uncoupled the beagles and beginnin' for to try
They uncoupled the beagles and beat the bushes round
But there never was a white hare not there to be found
With me right fol-de-diddle-o right fol-de-day

There was Jim Smith, the huntsman, and Tom, the whipper-in
Went down to yonder fernside to see if she be in;
With that she took a jump me boys and away she did run
And yonder she is going don't you see her gentlemen
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The footmen they did run and the huntsmen they did ride
Such hollering and shouting there was on every side
Such hollering and shouting I never before have known
And all of them were crying, Tallyho, tallyho!
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There was twenty good beagles that caused her for to die
There wasn't a one among them above a foot high
The number of the beagles there never could be found
And never was there such hunting upon our English ground
With me right fol-de-diddle-o right fol-de-day