Song. Away to the Field

Away to the field see the morning looks grey, And sweetly be-dapled forbodes a fine day: The hounds are all eager the sport to embrace, And carol aloud to be led to the chace,

Then hark in the morn to the call of the horn, And join with the jovial crew, While the season invite; with all it's delights, The health giving chace to pursae.

How charming the sight, when Aurora first dawns, To see the bright beagles spread over the lawns; To welcome the sun now recuming from rest, There mattins they chant as they merrily quest. Then hark in the morn, &c.

But oh! how each bosom with transport it fills, To start just as Phoebus peeps over the hills; While joyous from valley to valley resounds The snouts of the hunters and cry of the hounds. Then hark in the morn, &c.

See how the brave hunters with courage elate, Fly hedges or ditches, or top the barr'd gate; Borne by their bold coursers, no danger they fear, And give to the winds all vexation and care, Then hark in the morn, &c.

Ye cits for the chace, quit the joys of the town, And scorn the dull pleasure of sleeping in down; Uncertain your toil, or for honour, or wealth, Ours still is repaid with contentment and health. Then hark in the morn, &c.