For the sound of his horn brought me from my bed
And the cry of his hounds which he oft times lead
Peel's View Halloo would awaken the dead
Or the fox from his lair in the morning

Do ye ken John Peel with his coat so grey
Do ye ken John feel at the break of day
Do ye ken John Peel when he's far far away
With his hounds and his horn in the morning

Yes I ken John Peel and Ruby too
Ranter and Ringwood, Bellman and True
From a find to a check, from a check to a view
From a view to a death in the morning

Then here's to John Peel from my heart and soul
Let's drink to his health, let's finish the bowl
We'll follow John Peel through fair and through foul
lf we want a good hunt in the morning

Do ye ken John Peel with his coat so grey
He lived at Troutbeck once on a day
Now he has gone far far far away
We shall ne'er hear his voice in the morning