HUNTING SONG.
Into covert they’re dashing
Thro’ bracken they’re crashing,
And it’s—“Yooi in there, wind him and drive him along.”
Into chorus they’re striking—
Now Drifty, now Viking,
Now the whole pack burst loud into glorious song,
And it’s—“Yooi in there to him and drive him along.”
Reynard pricks up his ears
When the music he hears,