hunting songs

[Charity Dingle 1]

Ive tried to google and u tube the song called always remember your terrier but cant find it does anyone know where to look or have a link please?

[Waz 4,252]

The Terrier Song - To the tune of ''LAAL MELBREAK''

 

Now there's many a song about hunting,

Packs and huntsmen are honoured by name,

But there isn't a song about terriers

Which in Lakeland have gained lasting fame.

No pedigree have these great warriors,

Their colour no rules can define,

But they're bred for there pluck and for spirit,

With a heart as brave as a lion.

 

Chorus:

So always remember your terriers,

Protect them from wet and from cold,

For the love of a tyke for his master

Can never be measured in gold.

 

Whether it's Fury or Trixie or Nellie,

Or Rock, Jock or Turk it's the same

One quality you'll find among them,

And dalesfolk call it ''dead game'',

And whether he's rough or smooth coated,

He'll tackle badger, otter or fox,

Run a drain or creep through a soil hole,

Or squeeze through a grike in the rocks.

 

Chorus:

 

He'll yield not one inch though they maul him,

He'll fight to the death on his own,

Though sometimes he'll be imprisoned

By a rush-in of soil or of stone.

And then the brave lads from the valleys,

To save him will toil day and night,

And join in a hallo of triumph

As he blinks back to God's blessed light.

 

Chorus:

 

Now at Crufts famous show down in London,

They have Lakelands that aren't worth the name.

If you showed em' a fox or an otter

They'd fly for their lives withour shame.

They're not built to creep or do battle,

But to sit on a chair in a house,

And they do say that one recent champion

Was chased down the road by a mouse!

 

Chorus:

 

So here's to our gallant laal workers,

Not beauties, perhaps but they'll do,

With gameness they've also affection,

And make you a pal good and true.

And when your terrier, in old age, is dying,

And the world all about you seems sad,

A lick on the hand will console you,

For a truer friend man never had.

[Charity Dingle 1]

The Terrier Song - To the tune of ''LAAL MELBREAK''

 

Now there's many a song about hunting,

Packs and huntsmen are honoured by name,

But there isn't a song about terriers

Which in Lakeland have gained lasting fame.

No pedigree have these great warriors,

Their colour no rules can define,

But they're bred for there pluck and for spirit,

With a heart as brave as a lion.

 

Chorus:

So always remember your terriers,

Protect them from wet and from cold,

For the love of a tyke for his master

Can never be measured in gold.

 

Whether it's Fury or Trixie or Nellie,

Or Rock, Jock or Turk it's the same

One quality you'll find among them,

And dalesfolk call it ''dead game'',

And whether he's rough or smooth coated,

He'll tackle badger, otter or fox,

Run a drain or creep through a soil hole,

Or squeeze through a grike in the rocks.

 

Chorus:

 

He'll yield not one inch though they maul him,

He'll fight to the death on his own,

Though sometimes he'll be imprisoned

By a rush-in of soil or of stone.

And then the brave lads from the valleys,

To save him will toil day and night,

And join in a hallo of triumph

As he blinks back to God's blessed light.

 

Chorus:

 

Now at Crufts famous show down in London,

They have Lakelands that aren't worth the name.

If you showed em' a fox or an otter

They'd fly for their lives withour shame.

They're not built to creep or do battle,

But to sit on a chair in a house,

And they do say that one recent champion

Was chased down the road by a mouse!

 

Chorus:

 

So here's to our gallant laal workers,

Not beauties, perhaps but they'll do,

With gameness they've also affection,

And make you a pal good and true.

And when your terrier, in old age, is dying,

And the world all about you seems sad,

A lick on the hand will console you,

For a truer friend man never had.

 

 

thanks very much, do u have a link for me to listen to it?

[lanesra 3,994]

The Terrier Song - To the tune of ''LAAL MELBREAK''

 

Now there's many a song about hunting,

Packs and huntsmen are honoured by name,

But there isn't a song about terriers

Which in Lakeland have gained lasting fame.

No pedigree have these great warriors,

Their colour no rules can define,

But they're bred for there pluck and for spirit,

With a heart as brave as a lion.

 

Chorus:

So always remember your terriers,

Protect them from wet and from cold,

For the love of a tyke for his master

Can never be measured in gold.

 

Whether it's Fury or Trixie or Nellie,

Or Rock, Jock or Turk it's the same

One quality you'll find among them,

And dalesfolk call it ''dead game'',

And whether he's rough or smooth coated,

He'll tackle badger, otter or fox,

Run a drain or creep through a soil hole,

Or squeeze through a grike in the rocks.

 

Chorus:

 

He'll yield not one inch though they maul him,

He'll fight to the death on his own,

Though sometimes he'll be imprisoned

By a rush-in of soil or of stone.

And then the brave lads from the valleys,

To save him will toil day and night,

And join in a hallo of triumph

As he blinks back to God's blessed light.

 

Chorus:

 

Now at Crufts famous show down in London,

They have Lakelands that aren't worth the name.

If you showed em' a fox or an otter

They'd fly for their lives withour shame.

They're not built to creep or do battle,

But to sit on a chair in a house,

And they do say that one recent champion

Was chased down the road by a mouse!

 

Chorus:

 

So here's to our gallant laal workers,

Not beauties, perhaps but they'll do,

With gameness they've also affection,

And make you a pal good and true.

And when your terrier, in old age, is dying,

And the world all about you seems sad,

A lick on the hand will console you,

For a truer friend man never had.

 

 

thanks very much, do u have a link for me to listen to it?

you might as well go the full hog and ask him to sing it fot ya

[Guest jimmycent]

 

dont know about the terrier song,but heres one for the coursin boys

[RicW 67]

Go into U-tube, Albion Band, find The Hunt Is Up. Traditional English hunting song, great illos of hunt scenes.

 

Ric

[RicW 67]

Also Steeleye Span, Commoner's Crown, "Dogs and Ferrets".

 

Ric