BLOW thy horn, Hunter, Come blow thy horn on high: In yonder wood there lies a doe, In faith, she will not die, Come, blow thy horn, Hunter, Come, blow thy horn, jolly Hunter. Fare thee well, Lady, The day doth break on high: And hounds and horn proclaim the morn Is surely passing by: So fare thee well, Lady: Now fare thee well, dearest Lady. Sound the horn, Huntsman, Now sound the horn on high: The chase is done, the race is won, And homewards now we hie: So sound the horn, Huntsman: Now sound the horn, jolly Huntsman. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DUTCH PROVERB by MATTHEW PRIOR THE LAMP [LAMPE] by HENRY VAUGHAN THE PLANTING by MARGARET LEE ASHLEY CYNTHIA SLEEPING IN A GARDEN; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES PSALM 60 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE IN FREIBURG STATION by RUPERT BROOKE O.M.B. (DIED NOVEMBER, 1874) by FORD MADOX BROWN |