Fox hunting

its them against us

the posh lipped brigade

horses and hounds

the trails somehow fade

hunting with hounds

is illegal we know

chasing the fox

from his earth down below

the beat of  his heart

as he runs  for his life

chased by the huntsmen

and really the strife

jumping the  fences

the thorns and the brush

the quad bikes are vamping it up

a big crush

get out of our way

you sabs make us sick

get back on the footpath

you get on our wick

we shall ride into you

and gob in your face

you miscreant wastrels

joining the chase

we are at war

For the  great countryside

the wild life is free

you blighters that ride

into  us threatening aggro

will be

tipped off your horses

that much we agree

Hunters decked out in their tight

fitting pants

guiding the hounds

with their vile hunting rants

we sabotage the pond  sucking scum

silver spoons in their mouths

and their fat bum

clopping the lanes

the bully boys

expletives galore

its just so much noise

violence these criminals

Threaten and fight

our girls plain and simple

and do so in spite

of breaking the law

and blood sports their game

for them its just bother

thats what they claim

we are the sabs

out after a way

of catching the crooks

and making them pay

heritage hastlers

tradition the scream

murdering wild life

trying to redeem

their worthless attitude

Their evil ways

lots of excuses

out in a blaze

of horses and tunics

and hounds on the chase

laying their trail

its one big disgrace

they  are breaking the law

with their bully boy tribe

out of the pub

where they choose to imbibe

a lot of them driving when they shouldn’t be

a horse or a quad bike

and all violently