- "RK ! away ! 'tis the merry ton'd horn,
C: Us the hunters all up in the rv.c ru, To the hills and the woodlands we fteer, To uiiharbour the out-lying deer.
And all the day long,
Tils, this is our fong ;
Still hallowing,
And following, So frolic and free ;
Our joys know no bounds,
While we're after -he houi ds, No mortals on earth are fo happy as we.
R ound the woods when we'beat how we glow, ^hiiethe hills they all echo, hillo! With a bounce from his cover he flies, Then our fhouts fhaii refound to the Ikies,, And all the day long, &c.
When we fweep o'er the vallies, or climb Up the health breathing mountain fublime, What a joy from our labours we feel ? Which slone they who tafte can reveal. And all the day long, &c.
At night when our labour is done, Then we will go halloing home, With hallo, hallo, and huzza, Rfefolving to meet the next day,, And all the day long, &c.
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