A Hunting We will go. 
The dusky night rides down the sky 
And ushers in the mom. 
The hounds all join in glorious cry. 
The hounds all join in glorious cry. 
The huntsman winds his hom. 
The huntsman winds his hom. 
A-hunting we will go, a-hunting we will go. 
WeĄŻll catch a fox, put him in a box, and then weĄŻll let him go. 
The clever fox escapes at last. 
The hounds canĄŻt stop his flight. 
Then hungry homeward we return. 
Then hungry homeward we return. 
To feast away the night. 
To feast away the night.