Do you know John Peel with his coat so grey?
Do you know John Peel at the break of day?
Do you know John Peel when he's far far away.
With his hounds and his horn in the morning?

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For the sound of his horn brought me from my bed,
And the cry of his hounds which he oftime led,
Peel's "View, Halloo!" could awaken the dead,
Or the fox from his lair in the morning.
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Do you know that bitch whose tongue was death?
Do you know her sons of peerless faith?
Do you know that fox, with his last breath
Cursed 'em all as he died in the morning?

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For the sound of his horn, etc.
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Yes I know John Peel and Ruby too
And Ranter and Royal and Bellman as true,
From the drag to the chase, from the chase to the view
From a view to a kill in the morning

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For the sound of his horn, etc.
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And I’ve followed John Peel both often and far,
Over rasper fence and the gate and the bar,
From low Denton Holme up to Scratchmere Scar,
Where we vie for the brush in the morning

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For the sound of his horn, etc.
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Then here's to John Peel with my heart and soul
Come fill to him another strong bowl,
And we'll follow John Peel through fair and through foul
While we’re waked by his horn in the morning.

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For the sound of his horn, etc.
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