The Ballad Of The Foxhunter Lyrics

Lay me in a cushioned chair
Carry me forward
With cushions here and there
To see the world once more
To stable and kennel go
Bring what there's to bring
Lead my Lollard to and fro
Or gently in a ring

Lay the chair upon the grass
Bring Roddy and his hounds
That I may content to pass
From these earthly bounds
His eyelids, they droop
Eyes cloud with dreams
The sun upon all things that grow
Falls into sleepy dreams

Huntsman blow the horn
Come make the hills reply
Loosen on the morn
A gay and wandering cry
Roddy blow the horn
Come make the hills reply
I cannot blow my horn
But only weep and sigh

Lollard treads upon the lawn
To the armchair goes
The old man's dreams are gone
He smooths the long brown nose
Moves a pleasant tongue
Upon his wasted hands
Aged hounds and young
The huntsman near him stands

Huntsman blow the horn
Come make the hills reply
Loosen on the morn
A gay and wandering cry
Roddy blow the horn
Come make the hills reply
I cannot blow my horn
But only weep and sigh

Round his cushioned place
With new sorrow wrung
Hounds gazing on his face
Aged hounds and young
Fire's in the old man's eyes
His fingers move and sway
Wandering music dies
You hear him feebly say

Huntsman blow the horn
Come make the hills reply
Loosen on the morn
A gay and wandering cry
Roddy blow the horn
Come make the hills reply
I cannot blow my horn
But only weep and sigh

Huntsman blow the horn
Come make the hills reply
Loosen on the morn
A gay and wandering cry
Roddy blow the horn
Come make the hills reply
I cannot blow my horn
But only weep and sigh

The blind hound with a mournful cry
Slowly lifts his head
They bear the body in
The hounds wail for the dead
The hounds wail for the dead
Wail for the dead