| lyric | 1. The hunt is up, the hunt is up
and it is well nigh day,
awake all men, I say again
be merry as you may.
2. The east is bright with morning light,
and darkness it is fled,
and the merry horn
wakes up the morn
to leave his idle bed.
3. Behold the skies with golden dyes
are glossing all around; the grass is green,
and so are the trees,
all laughing at the sound. |