From Alfred Williams, Folk-Songs of the Upper Thames (Duckworth, 1923, p. 60; words only):

             WHEN MORNING STANDS ON TIPTOE

The following I consider about unsurpassed as a hunting song. There are several verbal errors, I expext, though they may not be serious. Obtained of Charles Messenger, Cerney Wick.

When morning stands on tiptoe 'twixt mountain and sky,
How sweet 'tis to follow the hounds in full cry!
             The hounds in full cry,
             The hounds in full cry,
How sweet 'tis to follow the hounds in full cry!

When the bright sparkling dewdrops the meadows adorn,
How sweet 'tis to follow the echoing horn!
             The echoing horn,
             The echoing horn,
How sweet 'tis to follow the echoing horn!

But 'tis still greater pleasure when love leads the way;
Then in to pursue joys lighter than they!
             Lighter then they,
             Lighter then they,
Then in to pursue joys lighter than they!

Yet they joys are divine when, pursuing, we find;
Then he's overtaken when the fair one proves kind,
             The fair one proves kind,
             The fair one proves kind,
Then he's overtaken when the fair one proves kind.