Chase of the Hare

This morning Aurora peep'd over the hills, And the frost had deserted the meadows and rills, And the heart cheering horn did enliven the hound Who with nostrils extended, snuff'd over the ground; We mounted our horses devoid of all care, For no pleasure can equal the chase of the hare.

To the chase we have been unattended by fear, For friendship was present when danger was near, With joy and delight the fleet hare we pursue, What music can equal the hounds in a views; When shouts and rejoicings then rended the air, With the cry of the hounds at the death of the hare.

When the morn it is past, in the evening we join In mirth and good fellowship, freedom and wine, No disputes at our meeting shall ever appear, No scoundrel partakes of our temperate cheer; But with hearts fall of joy—we sing merrily on, Success to our Country, and great Washington.