Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day
And the hounds and the horns call each sportsman away
And the hounds and the horns call each sportsman away
Through meadows and woods with speed now they bound
Whilst health, rosy health, is in exercise found
Through meadows and woods with speed now they bound
Whilst health, rosy health, is in exercise found
Hark away! Hark away! Hark away!
Is the word to the sound of the horn,
And echo, and echo, and echo, blithe echo,
Makes jovial the morn.
Each hill and each valley is lovely to view,
While puss flies the covert, and dogs quick pursue,
While puss flies the covert, and dogs quick pursue,
Behold where she flies o'er the wide spreading plain,
While the loud open pack pursue her again.
Behold where she flies o'er the wide spreading plain,
While the loud open pack pursue her again.
Hark away! Hark away! Hark away!
Is the word to the sound of the horn,
And echo, and echo, and echo, blithe echo,
Makes jovial the morn.
