A southerly wind and a cloudy sky
Proclaims of a hunting morning
Before the sun rises away we'll fly
Away from our drowsy beds scorning.
Group 2:
To horses, brave boys, and away
All over the hills adorning
The face of all nature looks bright and gay
It's a beautiful hunting morning.
Group 3:
Hark, Hark, forward
Ta rah rah, ta rah rah, ta rah
Hark, Hark, forward
Ta rah rah, ta rah rah, ta rah.