See the Dawn How It Rises

See the dawn how it rises in golden array, While the horn sounds the summons to join in the chace; Hark! the dogs with their voices now welcome the day, Which for sport and true concord we hunters embrace: The hounds are abroad, see the breaking of day, From the cover unkennel the fox: Attend to the cry—hark away, hark away, We'll bound over mountains and rocks.

While we sweep o'er the dale, or the mountain ascend, Or thro' rapid rivers our steeds boldly guide; No danger we fear that can hunting attend, For courage was ne'er to a huntsman deny'd. The hounds are abroad, &c.

Then leave for awhile the soft arms of your fair, See Aurora, to tempt you, has nature display'd; The sports of Diana the morning must share, Then to friendship and love let due tribute be paid. The hounds are abroad, &c.