At the sound of the horn

At the sound of the horn, We rise in the morn, And waken the woods as we thunder along; Yoix, yoix, talliho! After Reynard we go, While echo on echo redoubles the song.

We waken the woods as we thunder along, Talliho! talliho! After Reynard we go, While echo on echo redoubles the song. Not the steeds of the sun, Our brave coursers outrun, O'er the mound horse and hound see us bound in full cry. Like Phoebus we rise, To the heights of the skies, And, careless of danger, five bars we defy. We waken the woods, &c.

At eve, Sir, we rush, And are close to his brush; Already he dies, see him panting for breath; Each feat and defeat, We renew and repeat, Regardless of life, so we're in at the death. We waken the woods, &c.

With a bottle at night, We prolong the delight, Much Trimbush we praise, and the deeds that were done; And yoix, talliho! The morning we go With Phoebus, to end as we mount with the sun. We waken the woods, &c.