John Peel

JOHN PEEL
W: J.W. Graves
English hunting song
Key: Eb

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Do ye know John Peel
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with his coat so gay?
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do ye know John Peel
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At the break of day?
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Do ye know John Peel
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When he's far, far a-way
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With his hounds and his horn
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In the morn-ing

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For the sound of his horn
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Brought me from my bed
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And the cry of the hounds
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Which he oft times led
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For Peel's view hal-loo
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Would awak-en the dead
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Or the fox from his lair
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In the morn-ing


Do ye know that hound
Whose voice is death?
Do ye know her sons
Of peerless faith
Do ye know that a fox
With his last breath
Cursed them all as he died
In the morning?
Yes, I know John Peel
And auld Ruby, too
Ranter and Royal
And Bellman so true
From the drag to the chase,
From the chase to the view
From the view to the death
In the morning
And I've followed John Peel
Both often and far
O'er the rasper fence
And the gate and the bar
From Low Denton Holme
To the Scratchmere Scar
When we vied for the brush
In the morning
Then here's to John Peel
With my heart and soul
Come fill, fill to him
A brimming bowl
For we'll follow John Peel
Thro fair or thro foul
While we're waked by his horn
In the morning