Fox Hunter's Song

We've hunted the fox through the flower of the day, View! View! and Halloo! Pinkcoated, tophatted, away! Well away! View! View! and Halloo! Far over the moors where the cloud shadows sweep, Far over the hills that drop down to the deep, Away! Well away! Wind your horn to the sky. Now after him! After him! Hounds in full cry. We've galloped through woodlands of beeches and pine, View! View! and Halloo! Through the sun and the clouds, the wet and the fine, View! View! and Halloo! As strong as the eagle and gay as the lark, From dawning till noonday, through twilight to dark, Away! Well away! Wind your horn to the sky. Now after him! After him! Hounds in full cry.