The meet was at Mathews, the boys were all there
With a couple of sportsmen, including Boss Fare
The hounds started trailing when Finder gave out
And he gave such a bawl the hare upped in full view.

With me right tally-ho, sweet tally-ho
With me right tally, sweet tally, right tally-ho.

The first place we met her was Hayse's ploughed land
Where Blaire from Cat Lane held the dog in his hand
She passed him so spritely, he got overjoyed
And he left the dog loose where McHugh got annoyed.

With me right tally-ho, sweet tally-ho
With me right tally, sweet tally, right tally-ho.

The next place we met her was Connor's glen
And from that to Ballea was a fine rattling spin
She passed the old brake, where Drummer gave out
And he kept on the trail for we knew she was true.

With me right tally-ho, sweet tally-ho
With me right tally, sweet tally, right tally-ho.

‘Twas in Andy's big ploughland the hare started to dodge
And she gave the big ring where our boys had to trod.
She jumped on the road, swang around by Tom Browne's
Jumped back on the road and she bailed out McShines.

With me right tally-ho, sweet tally-ho
With me right tally, sweet tally, right tally-ho.

Here's health to Timmy Meegan, the sportsman of fame
Like a boy of sixteen he was wild for that game.
While hunting the hounds his like seldom was seen
And he rattled ‘em in to the groves of Glasheen.

With me right tally-ho, sweet tally-ho
With me right tally, sweet tally, right tally-ho.