Hence! away with idle sorrow!
Bane of life's uncertain hour!
Few the joys from time we borrow,
Hold them, while within your power.
Hunt the hare o'er hills and vallies,
Cheerful wake the rising morn;
When she from her chamber sallies,
Greet her with the early horn!

Health, and peace, and spirits gaily
Temper'd by the buxome air;
While such blessings court you daily,
Why prefer dull pining care?
Hunt the hare o'er hills and vallies,
Cheerful wake the rising morn;
When she from her chamber sallies,
Greet her with the early horn!

Then when fast the sun descending
Seeks his chambers in the west,
Hasten where good cheer attending
Waits to welcome ev'ry guest:
While the goblet gaily quaffing,
Round and round you hunt the hare,
Toasting, singing, jesting, laughing,
Drive away the demon care!