Hark Away. SONG XXXV

The sable-clad curtain's undrawn, The lark sweetly carrols on high; Quickly open's the eyes of the morn, See the sun-beams are gilding the sky; The huntsman he throws off the hounds, The horn winds a tedious delay; And the heart of each sportsman elated rebounds, In expecting the summons for hark, hark away.

Hark! a bust gives the signal for chace, Thro' woodlands we dashing pursue; While the fox, fleet as wind, mends his pace, 'Till the huntsman proclaims him in view: Now his strength and his cunning a mort, See the dogs seize in triumph their prey, While the death of the game gives fresh life to the sport, The echo re-echo with hark, hark away. Now for Liberty-Hall we repair, To replenish the joys of the field; Where good-humour combines with the fare, And the wise smiles obedience to yield: While the bottle and bowl both unite, To vie with the sports of the day, Let bumpers go round to the sportsman's delight, And all join in the chorus of hark, hark away.