"sniff the vermin out", "tally-ho and all that show!"
"now sound the blasted horn, dear sir, won't you please?"
"gentlemen, i keep my word - my wife will have a fur"
"we'll have us all a fine k** - in time for tea, sir"
Heart is pounding, mind is racing, hunt is on
Through the brushwood, through the trees, must keep on
I can hear bloodthirsty cries now can't be long
Before i face those snarling jaws, yes, head on
Softly now i sense that they might draw me in
They're across to cut me off, they'll have my skin
Quietly doubling back against a fearful noise
Hope to slip the net and miss the red-coat boys
"he should have come through here by now"
"where has that vermin gone?"
"he's escaped this time - but how?"
"so close we were to him"
"the blighters doubled back"
"tally-ho! and all that show"
"i guess we'll have him in the sack"
"just a mile or so
."
They've seen me now, i've slipped them once, yet at what cost?
Now i'm well within their sights, all might be lost
Just hope to find a place to hide where i'll be safe
Perhaps they'll all give in through this chase
I'm weakening, i'm sickening
I feel their breath
Raising hairs upon my neck, the chill of d**h
If i can just keep going for another mile
Perhaps i'll cheat them of their game and rest awhile
"the blighter's got away!"
"how did he get away?"
"the blighter's got away!"