Tune The Queen God bless her

Tune The Queen God bless her

Tune The Queen God bless her

Tune The Queen, God bless her.

1.

See that splendid fast Coach, well-named TALLY HO,
With prads that can come the long trot;
Do their twelve miles an hour like flashes they go,
Spinning smoothly along as a top.

2.

With Ward and John Hex, or Hardcastle and Judd,
How devoted they are to the fair;
In their vests there you find the red rose in the bud,
Perfuming the Summer soft air.
Tally Ho, &c., &c.

3.

Four within and twelve out, see they usually start,
And the horn sounding right merrily;
Good humour and glee do these gay lads impart,
And their management’s right to a T.

4.

But, how shall we grieve, when the fam’d Tally Ho,
Shares the fate of those now long gone by?
Yet we’ll toast its fond mem’ry wherever we go,
For the sound of its name shall never die.
Tally Ho, &c., &c.

Printed by Jas. Wade, 18, Tavistock-street, Covent-garden.