title: John Peelkey: Folkharp type: Chromaticgenre: Ebskill: AnyJOHN PEEL chromaticW: J.W. GravesEnglish hunting songKey: Eb3 3* -3* -3* 3Do ye know John Peel3 3* -3* -3* 3with his coat so gay?-2 3 3* 3* -2do ye know John Peel-2 3 3* 3* -2At the break of day?3 -2 -1* -1* -5*Do ye know John Peel-5* -5 -5 5 5 -3*When he’s far, far a-way3* 3 4 3* -2 -1*With his hounds and his horn-1 -1 -2 -1*In the morn-ing3 3* -3* -3* -3* 3For the sound of his horn3 -3* -3* -3* 3Brought me from my bed-2 3 3* 3* 3* -2And the cry of the hounds-2 3 3* 3* -2Which he oft times led-2 -1* -1* -1* -5*For Peel’s view hal-loo-5*-5 -5 4 4 -3*Would awak-en the dead3* 3 4 3* -2 -1*Or the fox from his lair-1 -1 -2 -1*In the morn-ingDo ye know that houndWhose voice is death?Do ye know her sonsOf peerless faithDo ye know that a foxWith his last breathCursed them all as he diedIn the morning?Yes, I know John PeelAnd auld Ruby, tooRanter and RoyalAnd Bellman so trueFrom the drag to the chase,From the chase to the viewFrom the view to the deathIn the morningAnd I’ve followed John PeelBoth often and farO’er the rasper fenceAnd the gate and the barFrom Low Denton HolmeTo the Scratchmere ScarWhen we vied for the brushIn the morningThen here’s to John PeelWith my heart and soulCome fill, fill to himA brimming bowlFor we’ll follow John PeelThro fair or thro foulWhile we’re waked by his hornIn the morning