Although we marched to Parliament, near half a million strong, The government didn’t listen, and surely that is wrong? We only asked for freedom, to hear the stirring sounds, The huntsman’s cheer, the mellow horn, the music of the hounds… .. So all you honest hunting folk, who love our ancient sport, Be ready to defend it from abuse, and false report, Even though they dig our bones, from consecrated grounds, Make sure they never stop the music, of a single hound. .. And when we go to heaven, as all true sportsmen do, There’ll be a pack of foxhounds, and a pack of beagles too, St Peter will be good enough, to pause upon his rounds, And listen for a moment to…the music of the hounds.