Call up old Towser, call up old Joe Make preparations, a hunting we must go Tally ho, tally ho Now mount up your horses, the dogs seem to know Waiting for our signal they're rairing to go Tally ho, tally ho Now the fox hounds are running, watch Old Leed go Heist up your horn and give her a blow Tally ho, tally ho Now the fox hounds are panting they all run too slow The fox has out run them and they're heading for home Tally ho, tally ho