huting songs??? do you know any???

[Romansmum]

I'm making a vid on movie makershowing my day hunting and i'd like something traditional to go over the top./...


Now he really vague bit.........24 years ago there was a video Made by jackie charlton on hunting - my dad was on the hare one - (when he was a whipper in forthe holme valley beagles)

at the end they sing some songs.....while in the pub I have managed to burn this little bit on to a DVD but cannot extract the audio from it. (help on changing fron video_ts to mp3 would b great!!)

the words i can make out are......

The first song starts....

They came that night to .................. a hunting cup to fill. Said Andrews merry gentlemen a hare we have to kill.........

also has the words the fame of old john andrews in it!!


the next starts the hounds are out + the hounds...........

but has a repetative chorus of "to ride my great boys to ride....

the nearly last one ...

Jack his whip did crack + and away with them Jack, thats the beauty of all hunting ........


The last one/......

Straight blushes of all morning.........The very merry huntsman, awake from your slumbers and choose a new day.

One other song that i vaguely remeber from bein about three starts.. away my lads it's nice to se em running, hare em scare em all the way their hearts are full of running....

Basically i would like lirics of hunting songs and if possible AUDIO or whre to find it..., sorry for the most random post of all time ....

 

[runaway]

Are you looking for Hare Hunting songs in particular? I've 2 song books that are of the Fell Packs but they have other traditions at the back. Have looked for the "songs" you've posted some of the words to but can't see them specifically. If you want to know more get in touch.

 

[k9h]

The Music of the Hounds. (Author?)

Some people love the opera, where the prima donna sings,
Others like an orchestra, to make the rafters ring,
Instruments, voices, the lofty hall resounds,
But frankly sir, I much prefer, the music of the hounds.

(Repeat last line)

If you should visit Wharfedale, or the valley of the Aire,
You’ll find that we have bred a pack of hounds beyond compare,
And when the hunt is over, good fellowship abounds,
And then you’ll hear the chorus to “The Music of the Hounds”…
..

Joe Paisley is our Master, he bears an honoured name,
George Dyson is our whipper-in, he knows this hunting game,
And Lloyd would view the hare away, with a holloa that astounds,
And then you’ll hear the music of the hounds….
..

Although the wind is biting, as across the beck we splash,
And snow falls like an avalanche, from huntsman White’s moustache,
We soon forget discomfort, as from the hill rebounds,
That glorious burst of music, the music of the hounds.
..
There’s some down there in Parliament, are plotting in advance,
To take away our birthright, if we give them half a chance,
I pray that when we’re short of breath, our pockets short of pounds,
We still will have the right to hear the music of the hounds…
..
[NEW VERSE]
Although we marched to Parliament, near half a million strong,
The government didn’t listen, and surely that is wrong?
We only asked for freedom, to hear the stirring sounds,
The huntsman’s cheer, the mellow horn, the music of the hounds…
..
So all you honest hunting folk, who love our ancient sport,
Be ready to defend it from abuse, and false report,
Even though they dig our bones, from consecrated grounds,
Make sure they never stop the music, of a single hound.
..
And when we go to heaven, as all true sportsmen do,
There’ll be a pack of foxhounds, and a pack of beagles too,
St Peter will be good enough, to pause upon his rounds,
And listen for a moment to…the music of the hounds.
..

 

[Faithkat]

Very British! ~ Memorable Images 35
John Peel
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John Peel was born at Greenrigg, a small hamlet outside Caldbeck, in 1776, the son of a yeomen farmer. The exact date of his birth is not known, but his batism was recorded in the parish church register the following year.

When barely out of his teens, John fell in love with a local girl, Mary White, then 18 from nearby Uldale. They were fordidden from marrying by John's mother, but they galloped to Gretna Green (17 miles north) and married. They had 13 children.

John was a farmer, not from the gentry. He managed to hunt two and sometimes three days a week.


John Peel 1776 - 1854
It was the prospect of steady work that attracted John Woodcock Graves, a restless young coach painter from nearby Wigton, to move into the village for a job as a mill manager. That's where he met John Peel who kept a kennel of hounds - for which he earned £40 a year by hiring them out to various hunts. John later became the local MFH (Mater of Foxhounds).

When both men were in the heyday of their manhood they met one night at Graves's house at Caldbeek, to arrange some hunting matter. The grandmother of Graves's children was singing a child to sleep with an old nursery rhyme known as Bonnie Annie, or Whar wad Bonnie Annie lie, and Graves became struck by the idea of writing a song in honour of Peel to the tune the old lady was singing. He completed a version before Peel left the house and jokingly remarked 'By Jove, Peel, you'll be sung when we are both run to earth'. Peel died in 1854, aged seventy-eight, and was buried at Caldbeck. The song, sung to a version of Bonnie Annie, seems to have had a long traditional popularity before it got into print, and was probably first published on a music sheet by Mr William Meteclfe of Carlisle about 1870 or 1880. There are two distinct versions of the tune of John Peel, the one being a corruption from the other, and both differing materially from the old nursery rhyme. The tune Whar wad Bonnie Annie lie or Whar wad our Guidman lie, is found in several early Scottish publications. It is, however, founded on an English Country Dance called Red House, printed in The Dancing Master, 1703, and greatly used in the early ballad operas of the first part of the 18th century. See John Peel site.

John peel, the man and the song - full story here

And a full story: The story of a song appear in the Summer 2001 edition of Evergreen - magazine article - not on line.

The Peel Family gravestone at Caldbeck was repaired after being damaged by anti-hunt protesters

Popular though the folk-song became, it nevertheless proved to galling for the militant anti-blood sports protesters, for in 1977 they went up to Caldbeck one night and cracked John Peel's headstone in the churchyard, dug a hole in the grave and threw the head of a fox into it..

The gravestone has been repaired, and the Peel family's remains were found not to have been disturbed, bu the evil desecration caused a severe loss of support for the anti-hunting lobby.
Do ye ken John Peel?

Do ye ken John Peel with his coat so grey?*
Do ye ken John Peel at the break of day?
Do ye ken John Peel when he's far, far away
With his hounds and his horn in the morning.
Chorus:
Twas the sound of his horn brought me from my bed
And the cry of his hounds has me oftimes led
For Peel's view holloa would wake the dead
Or a fox from his lair in the morning

2. Do ye ken that hound whose voice is death?
Do ye ken her sons of peerless faith
Do ye ken that a fox with his last breath
Cursed them all as he died in the morning?
Chorus:

3. Yes, I ken 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
Chorus:

4. 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.
Chorus:

5. 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.
Chorus:

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