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Thread #83380   Message #2845551
Posted By: Jim Dixon
20-Feb-10 - 11:49 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Add: The Morning is Charming / Hunting Song
From The Choice Spirit's Chaplet: Or, a Poesy from Parnassus. compiled by George Alexander Stevens (Whitehaven: Hawes, Clarke, and Collins, 1771), page 270:

[I have boldfaced the words that are different from the version Storyteller posted above.]

SONG 209.

1. The morning is charming, all nature is gay,
Away, my brave boys, to your horses away;
For the prime of our pleasure, and questing the hare,
We have not so much as a moment to spare.

Hark! the lively ton'd horn,
How melodious it sounds, how melodious it sounds
To the musical song, to the musical song of the merry mouth'd hounds.

2. In yon stubble field we shall find her below,
Soho! cries the huntsman; hark to him, soho!
See, see where she goes, and the hounds have a view,
Such harmony Handel himself never knew.

Gates, hedges, and ditches, to us are no bounds.
But the world is our own while we follow the hounds.

3. Hold, hold, 'tis a double; hark, hey, Bowler, hey,
If a thousand gainsay it, a thousand shall lie;
His beauty surpassing, his truth has been try'd,
At the head of a pack an infallible guide.

At his cry the wide welkin with thunder resounds,
The darling of hunters, the glory of hounds.

4. O'er highlands and lowlands, and woodlands we fly,
Our horses full speed, and our hounds in full cry;
So match'd in their mouths, and so even they run,
Like the trine of the spheres, and the race of the sun.

Health, joy, and felicity, dance in the rounds,
And bless the gay circle of hunters and hounds.

5. The old hounds push forward, a very sure sign,
That the hare, tho' a stout one, begins to decline;
A chace of two hours or more she has led,
She's down—look about ye—they have her—she's dead.

How glorious a death to be honour'd with sounds
Of horns, and a shout to the chorus of hounds.

6. Here's a health to all hunters and long be their lives,
May they never be cross'd by their sweet-hearts or wives;
May they rule their own passions, and ever at rest
As the most happy men, be they also the best.

And free from the care which the many surrounds
Be happy at last, when they see no more hounds.