Away! away! away!
O’er bush, o’er brake, o’er rock I go,
But nearer they come, I fear;
Far off huzzas the two-legged foe—
Wow! wow!—the hounds are near.
I’ll double my track, I’ll run me back,
I’ll pother the beagles some—
Now for my den I’ll strain again,
And gain my mountain home.