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 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 chair upon the grass
Bring Rody and his hounds
That I might contented pass
From these earthly bounds
His eyelids drop, his head falls low
His old eyes cloud with dreams
The sun falls on all things that grow
Falls in sleepy streams
Brown Lollard treads upon the lawn
And to the armchair goes
There the old man's dreams are gone
He smoothes the long, brown nose
And now moves many affable tongue
Upon his wasted hands
Leading aged hounds and young
The huntsman near him stands
The servants round his cushioned place
Are with new sorry wrung
The hounds are gazing on his face
The aged hounds and young
The fire is in the old man's eyes
His fingers move and sway
When the wandering music dies
They hear him feebly say
Oh huntsman Rody, blow the horn
Make the hills reply
I cannot blow upon my horn
I can but weep and sigh
One blind hound lies apart
On the sun-smitten grass
He holds commune with his heart
The moments pass and pass
The blind hound with a mournful wail
He lifts his wintry head
The servants bear the body in
The hounds wail for the dead
Oh 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
The Ballad of the Fox HunterLRC歌词
[00:48.490]Lay me in a cushioned chair
[00:51.490]Carry me, ye four
[00:55.490]With cushions here and cushions there
[01:00.490]To see the world once more
[01:03.490]To stable and to kennel go
[01:07.490]Bring what there is to bring
[01:11.490]Lead my Lollard to and fro
[01:15.490]Or gently in a ring
[01:21.490]Put the chair upon the grass
[01:25.490]Bring Rody and his hounds
[01:29.490]That I might contented pass
[01:33.490]From these earthly bounds
[01:36.490]His eyelids drop, his head falls low
[01:41.490]His old eyes cloud with dreams
[01:45.490]The sun falls on all things that grow
[01:49.490]Falls in sleepy streams
[02:10.490]Brown Lollard treads upon the lawn
[02:15.490]And to the armchair goes
[02:18.490]There the old man's dreams are gone
[02:22.490]He smoothes the long, brown nose
[02:26.490]And now moves many affable tongue
[02:30.490]Upon his wasted hands
[02:34.490]Leading aged hounds and young
[02:38.490]The huntsman near him stands
[02:43.490]The servants round his cushioned place
[02:47.490]Are with new sorry wrung
[02:51.490]The hounds are gazing on his face
[02:55.490]The aged hounds and young
[03:59.490]The fire is in the old man's eyes
[03:03.490]His fingers move and sway
[03:07.490]When the wandering music dies
[03:11.490]They hear him feebly say
[03:16.490]Oh huntsman Rody, blow the horn
[03:20.490]Make the hills reply
[03:25.490]I cannot blow upon my horn
[03:29.490]I can but weep and sigh
[04:03.490]One blind hound lies apart
[04:06.490]On the sun-smitten grass
[04:09.490]He holds commune with his heart
[04:13.490]The moments pass and pass
[04:18.490]The blind hound with a mournful wail
[04:22.490]He lifts his wintry head
[04:26.490]The servants bear the body in
[04:30.490]The hounds wail for the dead
[04:35.490]Oh huntsman Rody, blow the horn
[04:40.490]Make the hills reply
[04:44.490]Huntsman Rody, blow the horn
[04:48.490]Make the hills reply
[04:52.490]Huntsman Rody, blow the horn
[04:56.490]Make the hills reply
[05:00.490]The huntsman loosens on the morn
[05:04.490]A gay and mournful cry
