On the eleventh of October eighteen hundred and seventy three
I will give you all particulars if you’ll listen unto me
The hounds frae Irthing Water an appointment tae fulfil
They cast away o’er the Filashaw Crags bold Reynards blood tae spill 

Tally ho hark away tally ho hard away
Success tae the Irthing Water Hounds a hark hark away

At seven o’clock that morning they reached the Filashaw Crags
They sought the ground all over and couldn’t find a drag
Till the celebrated Moudie he tried a favourite hole
He turned his head unto the pack and loudly he did call

Now these hounds were called together with speed I do declare
And by they had a terrier brought Reynard from the lair
He did his best he headed North but great to his surprise
A female early in the field then darkened Reynard’s eyes

How gallantly those dogs ran off they ran him to the Spy
With loud cries o’ vengeance that Reynard he should die
The followers being far behind they thought their work was done
But they met the hounds returning with two foxes instead of one 

Now those animals they did their best their precious blood to save
And seeing that the race was run prepared for the grave
Death was their fate they baith did own dispute it if you can
For they killed a fox at the Filashaw Crags and another at the Naked Man 

Now we’ll drink success tae the Irthing lads we’ll push the bottle round
O’er lofty fells and mosses their melodic voices sound
They are well known both far and near for the hunting of the hounds
From the Wellseas to Tynemouth Bar no better can be found

Tally ho hark away tally ho hard away
Success tae the Irthing Water Hounds a hark hark away