THE old hound wags his shaggy tail, And I know what he would say: It's over the hills we'll bound, old hound, Over the hills, and away. There's nought for us here save to count the clock, And hang the head all day: But over the hills we'll bound, old hound, Over the hills and away. Here among men we're like the deer That yonder is our prey: So, over the hills we'll bound, old hound, Over the hills and away. The hypocrite is master here, But he's the cock of clay: So, over the hills we'll bound, old hound, Over the hills and away. The women, they shall sigh and smile, And madden whom they may: It's over the hills we'll bound, old hound, Over the hills and away. Let silly lads in couples run To pleasure, a wicked fay: 'Tis ours on the heather to bound, old hound, Over the hills and away. The torrent glints under the rowan red, And shakes the bracken spray: What joy on the heather to bound, old hound, Over the hills and away. The sun bursts broad, and the heathery bed Is purple, and orange, and gray: Away, and away, we'll bound, old hound, Over the hills and away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ISN'T IT ROMANTIC by KAREN SWENSON TO JOHN DONNE (2) by BEN JONSON THE NEW COLOSSUS by EMMA LAZARUS SAINT TERESA'S BOOK-MARK by THERESA OF AVILA THE PRELUDE: BOOK 1. CHILDHOOD AND SCHOOL-TIME by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |