TANTIVEE, tivee, tivee, tivee, high and low,
Hark, hark, how the merry merry Horn does blow
As through the Lanes and the Meadows we go;
As Puss has run over the Down:
When Ringwood, and Rockwood, and Jowler, and Spring, 3 And Thunder and Wonder made all the Woods ring,
And Horsemen, and Footmen, hey ding, a ding, ding,
Who envies the Splendor and State of a Crown.
Then follow, follow, follow, follow, Jolly Boys,
Keep in with the Beagles now whilst the Scent lies, 10 The fiery-fac'd God is just ready to rise;
Whose Beams all our Pleasure Controuls,
Whilst over the Mountains and Valleys we rowl,
And Watt's fatal knell in each hollow we Toll,
And in the next Cottage top off a brown Bowl, 15 What Pleasure like Hunting can cherish the Soul.
JOCKEY was a dowdy Lad;
And Jemmy swarth and tawny:
They, my heart no Captive made,
For that was prize to Sawny.
Jockey wooes, and sighs and sues, 5 And Jemmy offers Money;
Weel, I see, they both love me,
But I love only Sawny.
Jockey high his voice can raise,
And Jemmy tunes the Vyol; 10 But when Sawny Pipes sweet Layes
My heart kens no denyal.