Bright Phebus

Bright Phebus has mounted the chariot of day And the horns and the hounds call each sportsman away; Thro meadows and woods with speed now they bound, Whilst health, rosy health, is in exercise found, Hark away is the word to the sound of the horn, And echo, blith echo, makes jovial the morn.

Each hill and each valley is lovely to view, While puss flies the covert and dogs quick pursue; Behold where she flies o'er the wide spreading plain, While the loud opening pack pursues her amain. Hark away, &c.

At length puss is caught, and lies panting for breath, And the shout of the huntsman's the signal for death, No joys can delight like the sports of the field, To hunting all pastime and pleasure must yield. Hark away, &c.