The Fox Chase

Nero, Tiro, Tiptoe, and Sounder Of all the dogs that I possess Old Rock and Rule they are the best But Charlie is my good old dog forever more, I know Come Uncle Joe, and let's go home We'll leave that old red fox alone For our pop he's going to hunt him in the morning He'll put his hounds up on that track They'll run it off. They'll bring it back They'll run him from old England to old Kentucky, I know Now, put your ear upon the ground And good Lord just listen at my lead hound He'll run him from old England to old Kentucky, I know Then I put my horn up to my mouth And I blew my horn North, East, and south But it seemed like my old hound couldn't hear me And then I blew my horn so loud You could have heard it thunder in the clouds But I could still hear my old hound running Yew-cue, yew-cue, yew-cue, yew-cue