Saddle my steed, protect my head
All dressed in red, I'll ride it
Off to Hyde Park I'll make it
I'll hold his mane so he can shake it 'cause
We travel round with boxes
Just try try try tryin' to fix the foxes
Chase them over hills and hedges
Chase them with a hungry pack
Chase them over streams and bridges but don'tcha
Don'tcha hold 'em back whipcrack attack
This bit's between my teeth
Basil Brush is stuffed for starters, we will have his guts for garters
Far beyond the red horizon
Some place in the country mud
Where the saboteurs can't catch me
That's where we'll taste some blood - it's great -
Can't you hear that hunting horn
Why the scorn - Support The Quorn
