Chords for Hunting the Hare
Tempo:
112.15 bpm
Chords used:
D
F
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Well, all the yelping of hounds are scalping along the cover and out to the back
All the galloping, all the walloping, all the cry of the Galloway Jack
Off like a feather he floats to the heather and Blackberry calls him a tune in his track
The spot and spider and beauty beside her, then Red Drake and the rest of the pack
Well, now they're losing him, now they're finding him, now they're winding him round by the stack
Hark the hunt to the hound, we follow and hoop and holler and forward and back
Sure there's none brisker who fain cocked a whisker nor bustles more brisker than yonder old Jack
One more double across the stubble and he's in trouble and tossed by the pack
Then Brer and Ster are away to the stable with jovial huntsman the table attack
As meat we're munching and oats they're crunching as bales are emptied and bottles are cracked
Here's to the master, non-farer, non-faster to steady the ready and screw up the slack
Here's to the hunt with your glasses, a jingle with joy, commingle and here's to the pack
Well, now the yelping of hounds are scalping along the cover and out to the back
All the galloping, all the walloping, all the cry of the Galloway Jack
Off like a feather he floats to the heather and Blackberry calls him a tune in his track
The spot and spider and Beauty beside her then Red Rake and the rest of the pack
Well, now they're leaning in now, they're finding him now, they're winding him round by the stack
Half the hunt to the hind, we follow and hoop and holler and forward and back
Sure there's none brisker who fain cocked a whisker nor bustles more brisker than yonder old Jack
One more double across the stubble and he's in trouble and tossed by the pack
And Brer and Stever away to the stable with jovial horns from the table attack
As Meatware, Munch and Andogs, they're crunching as bells are emptied and bottles are cracked
Here's to the master, non-farer, non-faster to steady the ready and screw up the slack
Here's to the hunt with your glasses, a jingle with joy, commingle and here's to the pack
[D] [F] [D]
[G]
[D]
All the galloping, all the walloping, all the cry of the Galloway Jack
Off like a feather he floats to the heather and Blackberry calls him a tune in his track
The spot and spider and beauty beside her, then Red Drake and the rest of the pack
Well, now they're losing him, now they're finding him, now they're winding him round by the stack
Hark the hunt to the hound, we follow and hoop and holler and forward and back
Sure there's none brisker who fain cocked a whisker nor bustles more brisker than yonder old Jack
One more double across the stubble and he's in trouble and tossed by the pack
Then Brer and Ster are away to the stable with jovial huntsman the table attack
As meat we're munching and oats they're crunching as bales are emptied and bottles are cracked
Here's to the master, non-farer, non-faster to steady the ready and screw up the slack
Here's to the hunt with your glasses, a jingle with joy, commingle and here's to the pack
Well, now the yelping of hounds are scalping along the cover and out to the back
All the galloping, all the walloping, all the cry of the Galloway Jack
Off like a feather he floats to the heather and Blackberry calls him a tune in his track
The spot and spider and Beauty beside her then Red Rake and the rest of the pack
Well, now they're leaning in now, they're finding him now, they're winding him round by the stack
Half the hunt to the hind, we follow and hoop and holler and forward and back
Sure there's none brisker who fain cocked a whisker nor bustles more brisker than yonder old Jack
One more double across the stubble and he's in trouble and tossed by the pack
And Brer and Stever away to the stable with jovial horns from the table attack
As Meatware, Munch and Andogs, they're crunching as bells are emptied and bottles are cracked
Here's to the master, non-farer, non-faster to steady the ready and screw up the slack
Here's to the hunt with your glasses, a jingle with joy, commingle and here's to the pack
[D] [F] [D]
[G]
[D]
Key:
D
F
G
D
F
G
D
F
Well, all the yelping of hounds are scalping along the cover and out to the back
All the galloping, all the walloping, all the cry of the Galloway Jack
Off like a feather he floats to the heather and Blackberry calls him a tune in his track
The spot and spider and beauty beside her, then Red Drake and the rest of the pack _
Well, now they're losing him, now they're finding him, now they're winding him round by the stack
Hark the hunt to the hound, we follow and hoop and holler and forward and back
Sure there's none brisker who fain cocked a whisker nor bustles more brisker than yonder old Jack
One more double across the stubble and he's in trouble and tossed by the pack
Then Brer and Ster are away to the stable with jovial huntsman the table attack
As meat we're munching and oats they're crunching as bales are emptied and bottles are cracked
Here's to the master, non-farer, non-faster to steady the ready and screw up the slack
Here's to the hunt with your glasses, a jingle with joy, commingle and here's to the pack
Well, now the yelping of hounds are scalping along the cover and out to the back
All the galloping, all the walloping, all the cry of the Galloway Jack
Off like a feather he floats to the heather and Blackberry calls him a tune in his track
The spot and spider and Beauty beside her then Red Rake and the rest of the pack
Well, now they're leaning in now, they're finding him now, they're winding him round by the stack
Half the hunt to the hind, we follow and hoop and holler and forward and back
Sure there's none brisker who fain cocked a whisker nor bustles more brisker than yonder old Jack
One more double across the stubble and he's in trouble and tossed by the pack
And Brer and Stever away to the stable with jovial horns from the table attack
As Meatware, Munch and Andogs, they're crunching as bells are emptied and bottles are cracked
Here's to the master, non-farer, non-faster to steady the ready and screw up the slack
Here's to the hunt with your glasses, a jingle with joy, commingle and here's to the pack
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All the galloping, all the walloping, all the cry of the Galloway Jack
Off like a feather he floats to the heather and Blackberry calls him a tune in his track
The spot and spider and beauty beside her, then Red Drake and the rest of the pack _
Well, now they're losing him, now they're finding him, now they're winding him round by the stack
Hark the hunt to the hound, we follow and hoop and holler and forward and back
Sure there's none brisker who fain cocked a whisker nor bustles more brisker than yonder old Jack
One more double across the stubble and he's in trouble and tossed by the pack
Then Brer and Ster are away to the stable with jovial huntsman the table attack
As meat we're munching and oats they're crunching as bales are emptied and bottles are cracked
Here's to the master, non-farer, non-faster to steady the ready and screw up the slack
Here's to the hunt with your glasses, a jingle with joy, commingle and here's to the pack
Well, now the yelping of hounds are scalping along the cover and out to the back
All the galloping, all the walloping, all the cry of the Galloway Jack
Off like a feather he floats to the heather and Blackberry calls him a tune in his track
The spot and spider and Beauty beside her then Red Rake and the rest of the pack
Well, now they're leaning in now, they're finding him now, they're winding him round by the stack
Half the hunt to the hind, we follow and hoop and holler and forward and back
Sure there's none brisker who fain cocked a whisker nor bustles more brisker than yonder old Jack
One more double across the stubble and he's in trouble and tossed by the pack
And Brer and Stever away to the stable with jovial horns from the table attack
As Meatware, Munch and Andogs, they're crunching as bells are emptied and bottles are cracked
Here's to the master, non-farer, non-faster to steady the ready and screw up the slack
Here's to the hunt with your glasses, a jingle with joy, commingle and here's to the pack
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