The Dusky night rides down the sky And ushers in the morn The hounds all join in glorious cry The huntsman winds his horn Then a hunting we will go A hunting we will go A hunting we will go A hunting we will go The wife around her husband throws Her arms and begs him stay My dear, it rains, it hails, it snows You will not hunt today But a hunting we will go A hunting we will go A hunting we will go A hunting we will go
	A brushing fox in yonder wood Secure to find we seek For why I carried, sound and good A cart load there last week And a hunting we will go A hunting we will go A hunting we will go A hunting we will go Away he goes, he flies the rout Their steeds they soundly switch Some are thrown in and some thrown out And some thrown in the ditch But a hunting we will go A hunting we will go A hunting we will go A hunting we will go At length his strength in faintness worn Poor Reynard ceases flight Then hungry, homeward we return To feast away the night Then a hunting we will go A hunting we will go A hunting we will go A hunting we will go