Ye sporting men of chester I'll have you all to hear Of a man called Joseph Baker who lived near Delamere He ran faster than the old red fox futher than the hound Of all the men who challanged him no equal could be found He rose up every morning before the day was clear And through the shady forest pursued the royal dear He races the wind across the field the mist right up the hill And he raced the dust along the road an the stream down to the hill Ye sporting men of chester I'll have you all to hear Of a man called Joseph Baker who lived near Delamere He ran faster than the old red fox futher than the hound Of all the men who challanged him no equal could be found Now sportsmen came from far and near to challanged Bakers Speed In every race, in every way, they swore to do that deed A soldier came from Frodsham, a wedger came from Sale A sailor came from Birkenhead, a butcher came from Hale Ye sporting men of chester I'll have you all to hear Of a man called Joseph Baker who lived near Delamere He ran faster than the old red fox futher than the hound Of all the men who challanged him no equal could be found He was never beaten until that fateful 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 Ye sporting men of chester I'll have you all to hear Of a man called Joseph Baker who lived near Delamere He ran faster than the old red fox futher than the hound Of all the men who challanged him no equal could be found Ye sporting men of chester I'll have you all to hear Of a man called Joseph Baker who lived near Delamere He ran faster than the old red fox futher than the hound Of all the men who challanged him no equal could be found