The meet was at Mathews, the boys were all there With a couple of sportsmen, including Boss Fare The hounds started trailing when Finder gave out And he gave such a bawl the hare upped in full view.
With me right tally-ho, sweet tally-ho With me right tally, sweet tally, right tally-ho.
The first place we met her was Hayse's ploughed land Where Blaire from Cat Lane held the dog in his hand She passed him so spritely, he got overjoyed And he left the dog loose where McHugh got annoyed.
With me right tally-ho, sweet tally-ho With me right tally, sweet tally, right tally-ho.
The next place we met her was Connor's glen And from that to Ballea was a fine rattling spin She passed the old brake, where Drummer gave out And he kept on the trail for we knew she was true.
With me right tally-ho, sweet tally-ho With me right tally, sweet tally, right tally-ho.
‘Twas in Andy's big ploughland the hare started to dodge And she gave the big ring where our boys had to trod. She jumped on the road, swang around by Tom Browne's Jumped back on the road and she bailed out McShines.
With me right tally-ho, sweet tally-ho With me right tally, sweet tally, right tally-ho.
Here's health to Timmy Meegan, the sportsman of fame Like a boy of sixteen he was wild for that game. While hunting the hounds his like seldom was seen And he rattled ‘em in to the groves of Glasheen.
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