by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852)
Wind Thy Horn, My Hunter Boy.
Language: English
Wind thy horn, my hunter boy, And leave thy lute's inglorious sighs; Hunting is the hero's joy, Till war his nobler game supplies. Hark! the hound-bells ringing sweet, While hunters shout and the, woods repeat, Hilli-ho! Hilli-ho! Wind again thy cheerful horn, Till echo, faint with answering, dies: Burn, bright torches, burn till morn, And lead us where the wild boar lies. Hark! the cry, "He's found, he's found," While hill and valley our shouts resound. Hilli-ho! Hilli-ho!
Text Authorship:
- by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852), "Wind Thy Horn, My Hunter Boy" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Henry Rowley Bishop (1785 - 1855), "Wind Thy Horn, My Hunter Boy.", published c1820 [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2023-08-19
Line count: 14
Word count: 78