HUNTING-SONG: FROM “KING ARTHUR.”

Oh, who would stay indoor, indoor,

When the horn is on the hill? ( Bugle: Tarantara!

With the crisp air stinging, and the huntsmen singing,

And a ten-tined buck to kill!

Before the sun goes down, goes down,

We shall slay the buck of ten; ( Bugle: Tarantara!

And the priest shall say benison, and we shall ha'e venison,

When we come home again.

Let him that loves his ease, his ease,

Keep close and house him fair; ( Bugle: Tarantara!

He'll still be a stranger to the merry thrill of danger

And the joy of the open air.

But he that loves the hills, the hills,

Let him come out to-day! ( Bugle: Tarantara!

For the horses are neighing, and the hounds are baying,

And the hunt's up, and away!