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HUNTING-SONG:
FROM “KING ARTHUR.”
Oh, who would stay indoor, indoor,
When the horn is on the hill?
(Bugle: Tarantara!
When the horn is on the hill?
With the crisp air stinging, and the huntsmen singing,
And a ten-tined buck to kill!
And a ten-tined buck to kill!
Before the sun goes down, goes down,
We shall slay the buck of ten;
(Bugle: Tarantara!
We shall slay the buck of ten;
And the priest shall say benison, and we shall ha'e venison,
When we come home again.
When we come home again.
Let him that loves his ease, his ease,
Keep close and house him fair;
(Bugle: Tarantara!
Keep close and house him fair;
He'll still be a stranger to the merry thrill of danger
And the joy of the open air.
And the joy of the open air.
But he that loves the hills, the hills,
Let him come out to-day!
(Bugle: Tarantara!
Let him come out to-day!
For the horses are neighing, and the hounds are baying,
And the hunt 's up, and away!
And the hunt 's up, and away!
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