Oh give me a home where cattle herds roam,
Where the deer and the pheasants play,
Where seldom is heard but a chorus of birds,
And the skies are cloudy and grey.

 

Home, home in Hampshire,
 Where the deer and the pheasants play,
Where seldom is heard but a chorus of birds,
And the skies are cloudy and grey.
 

Oh, I could walk for hours, through these forests of ours,
With the dog in step with my stride.
And I love the fields, and the produce they yield,
By farmers who work with such pride.

Oh give me a High Street where the locals all meet,
To enjoy a pint by the stream,
Where church bells do ring and the market vendors sing,
Like a scene in a heavenly dream.
 
Then I would not exchange my home in Hampshire,
Where the deer and the pheasants play,
Where seldom is heard but a chorus of birds,
And the skies are cloudy and grey.