Hark, hark, to the sound of the…

Hark, hark, to the sound of the sweet winding horn, It invites to the chase and awakens the morn; Diana leads forward o'er mountain and plain, While echo enraptur'd repeats the blithe strain. Diana leads, &c.

While Bacchus deprives us of reason and wealth, The sports of the field give both pleasure and health: Such innocent pastimes insure us all joys, Where no business disturbs us, no malice destroys. Diana leads, &c.