And hounds are on the run:
It’s hard he’ll earn his stirrup-cup
Before the day is done!
A jolly life we hunters lead
Upon the saddle high:
We see no devil in the bead,
And drain our noggins dry.
Davy Daw, Davy Daw is a huntsman bold;
He’s more to me than a kingdom’s gold.
A hind for dinner and a hare to sup—