by Francis Hopkinson (1737 - 1791)

O'er the Hills far away
Language: English 
O'er the Hills far away, at the Birth of the Morn,
I hear the full Tone of the sweet sounding Horn.
The Sportsmen with shouting all hail the new Day,
And swift run the Hounds o'er the Hills far away.
Across the deep Valley their Course they pursue,
And rush thro' the Thickets yet silver'd with Due;
Nor Fences nor Ditches their Speed can delay,
Still sounds the sweet Horn o'er the Hills far away.


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Researcher for this text: T. P. (Peter) Perrin

This text was added to the website: 2004-11-07
Line count: 8
Word count: 75