The dusky night rides down the sky
And ushers in the mom.
The hounds all join in glorious cry.
The hounds all join in glorious cry.
The huntsman winds his hom.
The huntsman winds his hom.
A hunting we will go,
a hunting we will go.
We’ll catch a fox, put him in a box,
and then we’ll let him g
The dusky night rides down the sky And ushers in the mom. The hounds all join in glorious cry. The hounds all join in glorious cry. The huntsman winds his hom. The huntsman winds his hom. A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go. We’ll catch a fox, put him in a box, and then we’ll let him g