Tim Hart & Maddy Prior
Tim Hart & Maddy Prior - Horn Of The Hunter lyrics
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For forty long years have we known him A Cumberland yeoman of old And thrice forty years shall have perished Ere the fame of his deeds shall grow cold No broadcloth of scarlet adorned him No buckskin that rival the snow But a plain Skiddaw gray was his garment And he wore it for work, not for show Oh, the horn of the hunter is now silent On the banks of the Ellen no more Nor in Denton you'll hear its wild echo Clear sound o'er the dark Caldews roar. When darkness at night draws her mantle And the cold round the fire bids us steal Our children will say, "Father tell us Some tales of the famous John Peel." And we'll tell them of Ranter and Royal Of Britain and Melody too How they put up a fox at Keswick And chased him from scent to full view Oh, the horn of the hunter is now silent On the banks of the Ellen no more Nor in Denton you'll hear its wild echo Clear sound o'er the dark Caldews roar From Denton to Brighton to Skiddaw Through Isel, Bewaldeth, Whitefield We galloped like madmen together To follow the hounds of John Peel So long we may hunt with each other 'Til the hand of old age you can feel And then for your sportsmen and brothers So remember the hounds of John Peel Oh, the horn of the hunter is now silent On the banks of the Ellen no more Nor in Denton you'll hear its wild echo Clear sound o'er the dark Caldews roar