Samuel Webbe - Away away away - текст песни (слова)

Away, away;
 We've crown'd the day,
 The hounds are waiting for their prey.
 The huntsman's call
 Invites ye all,
 Come in boys, while ye may.
 
 The jolly horn,
 The rosy morn,
 With harmony of deep-mouth'd hounds,
 For these, my boys,
 Are sportsmen's joys,
 Our pleasure knows no bounds.