This text comes from A First Series of Hymns and Songs, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
Ho! brother Fox, dost hear what I say?
Hey for the coppice-wood down in the vale!
The hunt and the hounds are coming this way,
Hey for the coppice-wood down in the vale!
Heigho, heigho! hey for the coppice-wood,
Hey for the coppice-wood down in the vale!
Heigho, heigho! hey for the coppice-wood,
Hey for the coppice-wood down in the vale!
The master, I know him, old Timothy Sheen,
Hey for the coppice-wood down in the vale!
And the field that is with him, in scarlet and green,
Hey for the coppice-wood down in the vale!
Heigho, &c.
I've seen him just now, in his hunting array,
His dogs all about, on the scent of their prey.
I'd give but a song for our chance, brother Fox.
OLD FOX.
Why then if they're coming, we'd best make away,
And leave them to find such sport as they may.
All for no good, let them have their own way. H. F.
N.B. The Burden, "Hey for," &c. is repeated after each line; and the Chorus, "Heigho," &c. at the end of each couplet.