Tally-ho Song - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
TALLY-HO SONG. Copyright, 1894, by The John Church Co. Words by Edward Harrigan. Music by Dave Draham. 
Oh, on a summer's evening, nature all adorning, Coaching party, jolly, all eager for the day, The whip and driver ready, horses standing steady; The horn it sounds the Tally-so; all up, and let's away. Now such a merry party, food of pleasure ev'ry one, So jolly, gay and hearty; oh, when we get on the run, It's up the hill and down again, a-jogging on we go -A merry lot of people, don't you know. 
Chorus. On we go- Tally-ho! Bugles blow-Tally-ho! Such a jolly party, laughter hearty, down the road we go, Let her go-Tally-ho! Bugle blow-Tally-ho! From the city, oh, how pretty goes the Tally-ho! 
The country farmers staring, ev'ry one declaring, "Never snw the equal; oh, ginger ain't It gay?" Now through the village bowling, coaches onward rolling. The horn it sounds the Tally ho; we're up, and all away. It's such a pleasure riding down the highway and the lane. The driver safely guiding; oh, we know who holds the reins; Now through the woods and by the farms a-jogging us we go-A merry lot of people, don't you know.- Chorus. 
Now, who's that In the distance? Does he need assistance? Bless me, it is Charley; he's out to take a blow. He looks a little foggy, driving rather groggy: Oh, please don't sound the Tally-ho; you'll wake him, don't you know. Here comes a wealthy brewer, in his single-seated trap, He's ogling all the ladies, for he has a smile on tap; And also Miss O'Grady, with second cousin, Joe-A merry lot of people, don't you know.- Chorus.