300 miserable Hunts nationwide

What are the constabularies doing
Three hundred hunts on the go
Breaking the law
What’s it all for
Killing wild foxes we know
Many tanked up on the sherry
Riding their horses when they
Shouldn’t be riding
It’s dangerous you see
Whips to the ready
We know it, we see

Where are the coppers
These hunts advertise
We all know they are at it
Whose taking the rise
Foxes are running foxes it’s clear
Are treated like vermin
When the hunts spread such fear

Watch them through gardens
Through churchyards
Down lanes
The horses the hounds
They go to great pains
To frighten, to torture
To scare girls and boys
To frighten pet cats
And make a great noise

The brave hangers on
With their land rovers who
Landowning tripe
They know what to do
Loads of expletives
Fired at saboteurs
All sorts of loud swearing
When it occurs

300 live hunts
Kitted out they
In their hunting outfits
Arrogance play
Snobs blooming yobs
In their jodhpurs skin tight
Bellies flopping over
Of course it’s not right.