There's a noise of galloping over the hill,
And the hintsman's horn rings merry and shrill.
See, here they come with a "View halloo!"
Hounds and horses and huntsmen too,
Galloping, galloping, galloping, galloping
galloping, galloping, galloping, by.

The horses trample, the hounds they bay,
The riders' coats are scarlet and gay;
"Ho there, youngster!" the huntsmen cry,
"Say, have you seen the fox go by?"
Galloping, galloping, galloping, galloping
galloping, galloping, galloping, by.

I looked as stupid as I can be,
And never a word do get from me;
Until in anger they shake the reign,
And start rollicking hunt again,
Galloping, galloping, galloping, galloping
galloping, galloping, galloping, by.

For would I be telling them? no, not I,
That I saw the fox go wearily by,
Wearily panting, worn and spent.
Would I be telling the way he went?
Galloping, galloping, galloping-
No, not I!