• Grampa James Burke, his daughter HBT said would entertain the neighborhood children with a poem-sing, rooted in Sinn Fein rebellion against the English, so I was told. -- John Burke Truher
There was an old man As blind as he could be He said he saw a bold Raynee A climbing up a tree-hee-hee With a HELL-O All in the merry al strength Of the ran tan tan And the tip-a-tip-a-tan And AWAY with the royal dogs and the roodle-roodle-roodle of the bugle horn And a rink-tum-foodle And a rink-tum-day And through the woods we'll run brave boys And through the woods we'll run.
HBT wrote about a poem that her father would recite for his children, and the neighbor children gathered about their Richland Center home porch. Her father was a story teller she said. She and her sister, Edna Burke Nasby, were able to put together the following words, without knowing much about it's meaning, except that it was seditious in Ireland. Mother told me that "the Royal Dogs" were the English who had dominated Ireland for so long. She said that her father was a sympathizer with Sinn Fein, the Irish Nationalists. By searching for other books on "through the woods we'll run", I find that the "bold Raynee" was a fox. The metaphor is about a fox hunt, but it's meaning was support of Irish Nationalism, as mother led me to believe.
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Jack found some derivation, a few years ago. The Fox Chase
The sun has just peep'd his head o'er the hills, While the ploughboy he whistles cross the fields, And the birds they are singing so sweet on each spray Says the huntsman to his dogs, * tally ho I hark away I '
CHORUS
Tally ho I hark away, tally ho ! hark away. Tally ho, tally ho, tally ho, hark away.
Come, come, my brave sportsmen, and make no delay. Quick, saddle your horses, and let's brush away, For the fox is in view, and is kindled with scorn, Come along, my brave sportsmen, and join the shrill horn.
Tally ho, &c.
He led us £. chase, more than fifty long miles, Over hedges, over ditches, over gates, and over stiles. Little David came up with his musical horn. We shall soon overtake him, for his brush drags along.
Tally ho, &c.
We followed him in chase, six hours full cry. Tally ho, hark away, for now he must die. Now we'll cut off his brush, with a hallooing noise. And drink good success to fox-hunting boys.
Tally ho, &c.
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HUA'TING Three Jovial Huntsmen There were three jovial huntsmen, A hunting they would go, To see whether they'd find sly Reynard, Among the woods and groves.
15S CHORUS With a hoop, hoop, hoop, and a hallow, All in this merry train, To my ran tan too, to my chevy, chevy chase, Away to the royal bar. With my ugle, ugle, ugle, and the blast of the bugle horn. To my ri fal de ra, to my diddle don, And it's through the woods we'll run, brave boys.
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156 THE POETRY OF SPORT The first was an old woman, A combing down her locks, She said she saw bold Reynard
Among the geese and ducks. Chorus.
The next was a miller,
A grinding in his mill, He said he saw bold Reynard, Approaching yonder hill. The next it was a blind man,
As blind as blind could be, He said he heard bold Reynard
Running up yonder tree. The next it was a Parson, He was dressed in black. He said he saw bold Reynard Tied to the huntsman's back.
With a hoop, hoop, hoop, and a hallow,
All in this merry train. To my ran tan too, to my chevy chase Away to the Royal Bar, With my ugle, ugle, and the blast of the bugle horn,
To my ri fal de ra, to my diddle, diddle don, And it's through the woods we'll run, brave boys.
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Southerly Wind and a Cloudy Sky Southerly wind and a cloudy sky, Proclaims a hunting morning, Before the sun rise, we nimbly fly, Dull sleep and a downy bed scorning.
To horse my boys, to horse away, The chase admits of no delay. On horseback we've got, together we'll trot. On horseback we've got, together we'll trot. Leave off your chat, see if the cover appear, The hound that strikes first, cheer him without fear. Drag on him, ah wind him, my steady good hound, Drag on him, ah wind him, the cover resounds.
How completely the cover and furze they draw. Who talks of Bany or Meynell,
Young Lasher he flourishes now thro' the shaw,
And Saucebix roars out in his kennel. Away we fly as quick as thought, The new sown ground soon makes them fault,