The White Hare Songtext
von Fungus

Near Owdon town, near Owdon town
As I have heard them tell
There once was a white hare
That used there for to dwell
She′s been hunted with beagles
And greyhounds so fair
But there's never one amongst them
Could compete with old black hare

With a me right fol the diddle ral
And right fol the day
With a me right fol the diddle ral
And right fol the day


They went unto the place
Where the white hare used to lie
They uncoupled lots of beagles
And beginning for to try
They uncoupled lots of beagles
And beat the bushes ′round
But there was never a white hare
Not there to be found

With a me right fol the diddle ral
And right fol the day
With a me right fol the diddle ral
And right fol the day

There was Jim Fitz, the huntsman
And Tom the whipper-in
Went down beyond the fern side
To see if she's been in
With that he took a jump, me boys
And away he did run
And yonder see her going down
To sea, you gentleman

With a me right fol the diddle ral
And right fol the day
With a me right fol the diddle ral
And right fol the day


Right fol the diddle ral
And right fol the day
With a me right fol the diddle ral
And right fol the day

Oh, with the footmen they did run
And the huntsmen they did ride
Tods a-hollering and shouting
There wasn't never a sight
Tods a-hollering and shouting
I never before had known
And all of them were crying
Tally-ho, tally-ho

With a me right fol the diddle ral
And right fol the day
With a me right fol the diddle ral
And right fol the day

There was twenty good beagles
That caused her for to die
There wasn′t one amongst them
Above eight foot high
The number of the beagles
That never could be found
And never was there such hunting
Upon our English ground

With a me right fol the diddle ral
And right fol the day
With a me right fol the diddle ral
And right fol the day

Right fol the diddle ral
And right fol the day