The beasts ye breed and hunt throughout the world.

Hark to that snore—some beast that slumbers deep;

Hark to that roar—some beast that dreams of blood;

Hark to that moan—some beast that wakes and weeps;

And then in sudden stillness mark the sound—

Some beast that rasps his vermin-haunted hide!

Oh come, ye lords and ladies of the realm,

Come keep the watch with me; this show is yours.

Behold the source of all your joy and pride,

The beasts ye harness fast and set to draw