Farewell you huntsmen, that did hunt the hare
Farewell you hounds, that tired both horse and mare
Farewell you gallant faulkners everyone
The chief of all did live at snitterton
So to conclude both great and small
Those that are left, the lord preserve them all
As I on oker hill one day did stand
To view the world which I could not command
I turned my face to birchover out west
To view where greaveses used to have their nest
But out, alas! I found they were all gone
Not one was left to rest against a stone
I'll up to hassop, to hear them sing a mass
And there I'll find who made the old man pass
Muses be gone, to carlton top your banners
But call at haddon, where lived old john manners
Oh use him well, I strictly you command
For he was kind to the poor of engerland
Farewell you huntsmen, that did hunt the hare
Farewell you hounds, that tired both horse and mare
Farewell you gallant faulkners everyone
The chiefs of all did live at snitterton
So to conclude both great and small
Those that are left, the lord preserve them all
