Call up old Towser, call up old Joe
Make preparations, a hunting we must go
Tally ho, tally ho

Now mount up your horses, the dogs seem to know
Waiting for our signal they're rairing to go
Tally ho, tally ho

Now the fox hounds are running, watch Old Leed go
Heist up your horn and give her a blow
Tally ho, tally ho

Now the fox hounds are panting they all run too slow
The fox has out run them and they're heading for home
Tally ho, tally ho