HUNTING MORNING

Tis a southerly wind and cloudy sky proclaiming a hunting morning
Tis over the hills and away we fly, no sleep our downy beds scorning
To horses my men and away, bright phoebus the hills adorning.
The face of all nature is gay, it's a beautiful hunting morning.
Hark hark follow, tally ho, tally ho, tally ho. (x2)

(girl scouts, Colorado, early 1970s, although the ditto sheet is from 1977.)

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