We’ll hunt by day and hunt by dark!
And every one of them, you’ll see,
Will love the sport as much as we,
Because to kill is not our aim,
Or hurt, since that would spoil the game!
So, Yoicks, so,
Hey, tally-ho!
A-hunting, hunting, hunting; a-hunting will we go!
[At the close of the Hunting Song the King and his suite are about to go when the Lord High Chancellor enters with as much haste as his girth and dignity allow.]
The Chancellor.