A gentle melody that gets you swaying in time and thinking of those fine huntings days. The words are - We'll all go a-hunting today What a fine hunting day, it's as balmy as May, When the hounds to our village did come. Every friend will be there, and all troubles and care Will be left far behind them at home. See servants and steeds on their way And sportsmen in scarlet display. Let us join the glad throng that goes laughing along And we'll all go a-hunting today [Chorus] So we'll all go a-hunting today All nature looks smiling and gay Let us join the glad throng That goes laughing along And we'll all go a-hunting today Farmer Hodge to his dame says, I'm sixty and lame Times are hard and my rent I must pay; But I don't give a jot if I raise it or not For I must go a-hunting today There's a fox in the spinney they say We'll find him and have him away; I'll be first in the rush, I shall ride for his brush, For I must go a-hunting today. As the judge sits in court, he gets wind of the sport And he calls the whole court to adjourn As no witness had come and there's none left at home-- They have gone with the hounds and the horn. He says, Heavy fines you must pay If you will not your summons obey. It is very fine sport, so we'll wind up the court And we'll all go a-hunting today. And the village bells chime, there's a wedding at nine When the parson unites the fond pair. When he heard the sweet sound of the horn and the hound And he knew it was time to be there. He says, For <b>...</b>