Letra de The Ballad of the Fox Hunter
Lay me in a cushioned chair Carry me, ye four With cushions here and cushions there To see the world once moreTo stable and to kennel go Bring what there is to bring Lead my Lollard to and fro Or gently in a ringPut the chair upon the grass Bring Rody and his hounds That I might contented pass From these earthly boundsHis eyelids drop, his head falls low His old eyes cloud with dreams The sun falls on all things that grow Falls in sleepy streamsBrown Lollard treads upon the lawn And to the armchair goes There the old man's dreams are gone He smoothes the long, brown noseAnd now moves many affable tongue Upon his wasted hands Leading aged hounds and young The huntsman near him standsThe servants round his cushioned place Are with new sorry wrung The hounds are gazing on his face The aged hounds and youngThe fire is in the old man's eyes His fingers move and sway When the wandering music dies They hear him feebly sayOh huntsman Rody, blow the horn Make the hills reply I cannot blow upon my horn I can but weep and sighOne blind hound lies apart On the sun-smitten grass He holds commune with his heart The moments pass and passThe blind hound with a mournful wail He lifts his wintry head The servants bear the body in The hounds wail for the deadOh huntsman Rody, blow the horn Make the hills reply Huntsman Rody, blow the horn Make the hills reply Huntsman Rody, blow the horn Make the hills reply The huntsman loosens on the morn A gay and mournful cry