New Tally Ho

The hunters are up and the ruddy fac'd morn, Most cheerful salute with the musical horn; The blue misty mountains seem join'd with the skies, And the dogs yelp aloud as away Reynard flies: Tally ho, tally ho, see the game is in view, The sportsmen all cry as they nimbly pursue.

The high mettled steed sweeps away at the sound, And the hills seem to move as they fly o'er the ground, Each prospect is charming, all nature is gay, And promises sport and success thro' the day, Tally ho, tally ho, see the game is in view, The sportsmen all cry as they nimbly pursue.

The goddess of pleasure, sweet rosy cheek'd health, Gives joys more abundant than titles or wealth; And appetite gives to their viands a zest, Above all the sauces by cooks ever drest. Tally ho, tally ho, see the game is in view, The sportsmen all cry as they nimbly pursue.

Huzza! then my boys, to the chace let's away, Nor indolence lose the delights of the day; From fashion and folly we borrow no grace, But joy paints the cheeks as we follow the chace, Tally ho, tally ho, see the game is in view, The sportsmen all cry as they nimbly pursue.