And we shout On-On. and it rings through the air
And some of us are hounds boys and some of us are hares,
But when we’re on the move, well we haven't got a care
As we run through the Lands in the morning

Well I am an Avon Farmer, I was working at me job,
When out of the morning comes this great big mob
They was traipsing on me set-aside and trampling on me cob
As they ran through me lands in the morning

Well the sound of their "On" brought me wife from her bed
She handed me my gun, and I let ‘em have some lead
Didn't do them any harm though, cause I hit ‘em in the head
As they ran through me lands in the morning

Down by the shed where I keeps all me hay,
There was twenty four milk maids waiting for their pay
With a shout of "We’re On" well they had ‘em all away
As they ran through me lands in the morning

They scattered all me chickens and they upset all me pails
Looking for some spots of white, they said it was their trail
Then they followed fifteen pigeons down past Severn into Wales
As they ran through me lands in the morning

Well I bought meself some barbed wire and I’ve spread it all around
I’ve bought some anti-Hashing mines, I’ve laid them in the ground
If they ever come this way again, I’ll mow the buggers down
As they run though me lands in the morning