Follow the dew trail under the sun
\nAfter a blue sky where foxy begun
\nHis trek over yonder
\nAway from those hounds
\nAway from those horses
\nAway out of bounds<\/p>\n
Those hunters their sense of smell
\nPoor very poor
\nThose odours of fox they can never be sure
\nThe fox on the other hand he can smell man
\nThe hunter the murdering arse whose no fan<\/p>\n
It’s May and the cubs will be going to play
\nThey bark it’s a mark in the sand so to say
\nThey will run like the clappers until judgement day
\nAhead of the pack the shrill starkest cries
\nIf one of their own is caught and he dies<\/p>\n
It’s a very grim prospect caught by the boys
\nWho rip you apart with just so much noise
\nBlood sports are evil tradition says so
\nThe crimson clad lay a bouts don’t need to know
\nThey mount their thoro breeds and with such wrath
\nThey chase the SAb vehicles right up the path<\/p>\n
The valour apparent the vixen doth show
\nThey suffer those ugly cries tragically grow
\nThe hunters refrain is the bugle or horn
\nA flash of the steel as they cut
\nThrough the corn<\/p>\n
He is off like a shot weaving about
\nComing back on himself not in any doubt
\nThey say he is wily and he knows where to run
\nAnd he also knows when his day is done<\/p>\n
The clatter of horses and breathing we hear
\nClouds of white smoke puffed skywards my dear
\nThrough the trees and the bushes we bend and decide
\nWhere it is the owls hoot where it is we must ride<\/p>\n
Chatter and scatter the patter of hearts
\nThe eyes looking all ways
\nFor everywhere starts
\nAnd ends with the hunt
\nOn the back of one who
\nRuns like the wind as all victims do<\/p>\n
Those with the hunt with range rovers, they
\nDrive around witH them most of the day
\nThey are their warriors
\nClapping their trap
\nEverywhere they go
\nThrough every flap<\/p>\n
The gorse is resplendent
\nIt’s gold pictures fly
\nThe hazel is bursting with blossom
\nAnd why
\nThe fragrance apparent
\nWe know it is May
\nFor they
\nwant our head on a platter today<\/p>\n
Cameron promises the big repeal
\nWhatever labour undertook they now feel
\nThe need to go after us chase us until
\nWe drop in the bush and our rich blood we spill
\nTill we’re torn into shreds and we bloody well die
\nThat thought to be pleasurable yea which is why
\nWith an eye on our brush and our eye on your eye
\nWe run like the falcon all seeing on high
\nLike a honed scimitar a suggestion of grace
\nThe wind in our ears and fear on our face
\nTrying to get back to home and our soul
\nHopeful the sabs can take on the role
\nOf saviour of friend of everything for they
\nMean everything to us every day<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Follow the dew trail under the sun After a blue sky where foxy begun His trek over yonder Away from those hounds Away from those horses Away out of bounds Those hunters their sense of smell Poor very poor Those … Continue reading