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!