Full Lyrics
In Thorny Woods in Buckinghamshire,
Rightfollol delide O,
O there’s a place to hunt the deer,
Folderol lolderido;
Through open path and grassy glade,
Through sunny ranges and deepening shade,
The hunters ride in scarlet arrayed,
Folderol folderol lido.
’Tis sweet to hear the sound of the horn,
Rightfollol delide O,
Awake the echoes of the horn,
Folderol lolderido;
’Tis fine to view the huntsmen gay
Go sweeping on in the turfcovered way,
Or see the stags stand boldly at bay,
Folderol lolderol lido.
In Thorny Woods in Buckinghamshire,
Rightfollol delide O,
The air is fresh and crisp and clear,
Folderol lolderido;
There joyous songs on high shall rise,
And joyous voices shall gladden the skies,
When dogs and men return with the prize,
Folderol lolderol lido.
based on text by Andrew James Foxwell (1826–1903)
