Oh, the noble Duke of York
He had ten thousand men
He marched them up to the top of the hill and
Marched them down again
And when they were up, they were up
And when they were down, they were down
And when they were only half way up
They were neither up nor down
Oh, a-hunting we will go
A-hunting we will go
We'll catch a little fox
And put him in a box
And then we'll let him go
