D'ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay,
D'ye ken John Peel at the break o' the day,
D'ye ken John Peel when he's far away
With his hounds and his horn in the morning?
  For the sound of his horn brought me from my bed,
  And the cry of the hounds, which he oft-times led,
  Peel's "view halloo" would awaken 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 brought me from my bed,
  And the cry of the hounds, which he oft-times led,
  Peel's "view halloo" would awaken the dead,
  Or the fox from his lair in the morning.

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 thru fair and foul.
If we want a good hunt in the morning.
  For the sound of his horn brought me from my bed,
  And the cry of the hounds, which he oft-times led,
  Peel's view halloo" would awaken the dead,
  Or the fox from his lair in the morning.

D'ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay?
He lived at Troutbeck once on a day;
Now he has gone far far away,
We shall ne'er hear his voice in the morning.
  For the sound of his horn brought me from my bed,
  And the cry of the hounds, which he oft-times led,
  Peel's "view halloo" would awaken the dead,
  Or the fox from his lair in the morning.