Here and There 231 



The Hunt Is Up ^:y^ s^:?- ^o 



THE hunt is up, the hunt is up, 

 And it is well nigh day ; 

 Harry, our King, has gone hunting. 

 To bring the deer to bay. 



The east, is bright with rosy light. 



And darkness it is fled ; 

 The merry horn awakes the morn. 



To leave his idle bed. 



Tantarra ! Tantarra ! 



Arise, arise, unclose your eyes, 



To meet the golden ray ; 

 Happy and free, right merrily. 



We'll mount and ride away. 



The birds they sing, the deer they fling. 



The eager hunters fly ; 

 The merry horn awakes the morn. 



Then up and join the cry. 



The hunt is up, the hunt is up, 



And now 'tis perfect day ; 

 Harry, our King, has gone hunting. 

 To bring the deer to bay. 



Tantarra ! Tantarra ! 

 Lord Sands and Thomas Oiiphant. 



