Nero, Tiro, Tiptoe, and Sounder

Of all the dogs that I possess, 

Old Rock and Rule they are the best,

But Charlie is my good old dog forever more, I know.

Come Uncle Joe, and let’s go home.

We’ll leave that old red fox alone.

For our pop he’s going to hunt him in the morning.

He’ll put his hounds up on that track.

They’ll run it off. They’ll bring it back.

They’ll run him from old England to old Kentucky, I know. 

Now, put your ear upon  the ground,

And good Lord just listen at my lead hound.

He’ll run him from old England to old Kentucky, I know.

Then I put my horn up to my mouth, 

And I blew my horn North, East, and south,

But it seemed like my old hound couldn’t hear me.

And then I blew my horn so loud,

you could have heard it thunder in the clouds.

But I could still hear my old hound running

Yew-cue, yew-cue, yew-cue…