BALLAD. (The morning breaks)

The morning breaks, Those ruddy streaks Proclaims the opening day, With glowing health, The sportsman's wealth, Away boys, come away.

The mellow horn On the still morn Pours sounds which echo mocks, While following bound Man, horse, and hound, T' unearth the wily fox.

Hark echo mocks The winding horn, That on the expanded wing of morn, Though sweet the sound in dreadful yell, Tolls out a knell To the devoted fox.

Now off he's thrown, The day's our own, See yonder where he takes; To cheat our eyes, In vain he tries The rivers and the brakes.

The mellow horn Breaks on the morn, And leads o'er hills and rocks; While following bound Man, horse, and hound, T' entrap the wily fox.

Hark echo mocks, &c.

Now now he's seized, The dogs well pleased Behold his eye-balls roll; He yields his breath, And from his death Is born the flowing bowl.

The mellow horn That through the morn Led over hills and rocks, Now sounds a call To see the fall Of the expiring fox.

Hark echo mocks, &c.