For every tooth
Of his, i'sooth,
A stag in pawn I hold, O.
'Huntsman and horn, huntsman and horn,
Shall scare your heaths and coverts lorn,
Braying 'em shrill and clear, O;
But lone and still
Shall lift each hill,
Each valley wan and sere, O.
'Ride up you may, ride down you may,