[C]You sporting [G]men of[F] Chest[C]er
I'd have you [G]all to[C] hear
Of a man called[G] Joseph[F] Bake[C]r
Who
lived near [G]Delame[C]re
He ran faster than [F]the old red[C] fox
And further than the [G]hound
And of [C]all the
men[G] who [F]challenged [C]him
No equal [G]could be [C]found.
For he rose up every morning
Before the day was clear
And through the shady forest
He pursued the royal deer
And
he chased the wind across the field
And the mist right off the hill
And he raced the dust along the road
And the
stream down to the mill.
Now sportsmen came from far and near
To challenge Baker's speed
At every place in every race
They swore to do
that deed
And a tailor he came from Frodsham
And a soldier came from Hale
And a sailor came from Birkenhead
And
a butcher came from Sale.
He was never beaten in a race
Until that fatal day
When death at last defeated him
And took his breath away
But if you should watch on a winter's night
You'll see him running still
As his ghost runs down from Kelsall Church
Right
up to Helsby Hill
Yes if you should watch on a winter's night
You'll see him running still
As his ghost runs down
from Kelsall Church
Right up to Helsby Hill
