a huntin’ we will go, a huntin’ we will go, heigh ho the dairy-o a huntin’ we will go . . .
‘we’ll catch a fox and put him in a box and then we’ll let him go’
i know there were some – back in the ‘day’ – that wondered aloud if the gentry and their posse out galloping thru the fields and woods chasing the fox was a good thing . . . as if
as if . . . souvenirs anyone?
‘course a few years back, in the days of tony blair and “new labour” folk down in london tried – and to a major degree succeeded – to put an end to a tradition and a way of life
“yeah, in some places i’m considered a bit of vermin, but up here, i’m loved baby . . . hunted like a damn rabbit, but loved none-the-less”
“heigh ho the dairy-o a huntin’ we will go”