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The horse is bedded down / Where the straw lies deep. / The hound is in the kennel; / Let the poor hound sleep! / And the fox is in the spinney / By the run which he is haunting, / And I'll lay an even guinea / That a goose or two is wanting / When the farmer comes to count them in the morning.
The horse is up and saddled; / Girth the old horse tight! / The hounds are out and drawing / In the morning light. / Now it's ‘Yoick! ' among the heather, / And it's ‘Yoick! ' across the clover, / And it's ‘To him, all together! ' / ‘Hyke a Bertha! Hyke a Rover! ' / And the woodlands smell so sweetly in the morning.