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The Ballad of the Foxhunter - Cherish The Ladies
Lay me in a cushioned chair
Carry me ye four
With cushions here and there
To see the world once more
To stable and to kennel go
Bring what there is to bring
Lead my Lollard to and fro
Or gently in a ring
Put the chain upon the grass
Bring rody and his hounds
That I may contented pass
From these earthly bounds
His eyelids droop
His old eyes cloud with dreams
The sun upon all things that grow
Falls in sleepy streams
Huntsman blow the horn
Come make the hills reply
Loosen on the morn
A gay wandering cry
Rody blow your horn
Come make the hills reply
I cannot blow my horn
But only weep and sigh
Lollard treads upon the lawn
And to the armchair goes
The old man's dreams are gone
He soothes the long brown nose
Moves many a pleasant tongue
Upon his wasted hands
Aged hounds and young
The huntsman near him stands
Huntsman blow the horn
Come make the hills reply
Loosen on the morn
A gay wandering cry
Rody blow your horn
Come make the hills reply
I cannot blow my horn
But only weep and sigh
Round his cushioned place
With new sorrow wrung
Hounds gazing on his face
Aged hounds and young
Fire in the old man's eyes
His fingers move and sway
The wandering music dies
They hear him feebly say
Huntsman blow the horn
Come make the hills reply
Loosen on the morn
A gay wandering cry
Rody blow your horn
Come make the hills reply
I cannot blow my horn
But only weep and sigh
Huntsman blow the horn
Come make the hills reply
Loosen on the morn
A gay wandering cry
Rody blow your horn
Come make the hills reply
I cannot blow my horn
But only weep and sigh
The blind hound with a mournful cry
Slowly lifts his head
They bear the body in
The hounds wail for the dead
The hounds wail for the dead
Wail for the dead
