Sabine Baring-Gould. Hunting of the Hare

From A Book of Nursery Songs and Rhymes by Sabine Baring-Gould.

This is Roud 1041.

THE HUNTING OF THE HARE

(Hounds and Hares by Jan Fyt)

I hunted my Merry all into the hay,
The Hare was before and the hounds 'ware away!'
   With my Hickerly Tout, ticklesome Trout,
   Hipperly, tipperly, eversheen, nipperly,
   Up the middle, vandigo-van.
   'Twas up the hill, down the form,
   Here a step, there a turn,
   Turn and sing merrily,
   Hunt hounds, away!

I hunted my Merry all into the barley,
And there the poor puss was pursued by old Snarley.
   With my Hickerly Tout, ticklesome Trout,
   Hipperly, tipperly, eversheen, nipperly,
   Up the middle, vandigo-van.
   'Twas up the hill, down the form,
   Here a step, there a turn,
   Turn and sing merrily,
   Hunt hounds, away!

I hunted my Merry all into the wheat,
And there the sly puss did attempt us to cheat.
   With my Hickerly Tout, ticklesome Trout,
   Hipperly, tipperly, eversheen, nipperly,
   Up the middle, vandigo-van.
   'Twas up the hill, down the form,
   Here a step, there a turn,
   Turn and sing merrily,
   Hunt hounds, away!

I hunted my Merry all into the rye,
And there the poor hare was constrained to die.
   With my Hickerly Tout, ticklesome Trout,
   Hipperly, tipperly, eversheen, nipperly,
   Up the middle, vandigo-van.
   'Twas up the hill, down the form,
   Here a step, there a turn,
   Turn and sing merrily,
   Hunt hounds, away!

I hunted my Merry all into the oats
And there I cut off both his paw and his scutt,
   With my Hickerly Tout, ticklesome Trout,
   Hipperly, tipperly, eversheen, nipperly,
   Up the middle, vandigo-van.
   'Twas up the hill, down the form,
   Here a step, there a turn,
   Turn and sing merrily,
   Hunt hounds, away!