John Peel

Lyrics by：Jacqueline McDonld

Composed by：Jacqueline McDonld

Do ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay

Do ye ken John Peel at the break of day

Do ye ken John Peel when he's far far away

With his hounds and his horn in the morning

Twas the sound of his horn brought me from my bed

And the cry of his hounds has me oftimes led

For Peel's view holloa would wake the dead

Or a fox from his lair in the morning

I ken John Peel and Ruby too

Ranter and Riman and Bellman is true

From the drag to the chase from the chase to the view

From the view to the death in the morning

Twas the sound of his horn brought me from my bed

And the cry of his hounds has me oftimes led

For Peel's view holloa would wake the dead

Or a fox from his lair in the morning

And I've followed John Peel both near and far

O'er the rasper ate for the fence and the bar

From Low Denton Holme to Scratchmere Scar

When we vied for the brush in the morning

Twas the sound of his horn brought me from my bed

And the cry of his hounds has me oftimes led

For Peel's view holloa would wake the dead

Or a fox from his lair in the morning

I am here's to John Peel with my heart and soul

Come fill fill to him another strong bowl

For we'll follow John Peel thro fair or thro foul

While we're waked by his horn in the morning

Twas the sound of his horn brought me from my bed

And the cry of his hounds has me oftimes led

For Peel's view holloa would wake the dead

Or a fox from his lair in the morning

For Peel's view holloa would wake the dead

Or a fox from his lair in the morning