Now Over the hills we the timid…

Now Over the hills we the timid hare chase, Fly swift o'er each meadow her footsteps to trace. No dangers deter us, our way we pursue, And follow the dogs who the game keep in view.

She doubles, we now sweep the woodlands among, Whilst echo responsive still fills up the song; Hark forward! hark forward! see puss takes the tide, While rattling we brush down the hill's rocky side.

The brisk-sounding horn makes the vallies rebound: Each mountain, each grotto, returns his blithe sound; The quick-scented beagle now skims o'er the plains, And seizes the victim ere cover she gains.

Let av'rice his vigils o'er shining hoards keep, The courtiers may cringe, and the sot banish sleep; The seats of the field no true sportsman can cloy, Whilst health and content with the chase we enjoy.