| The Ballad of the Foxhunter | |
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English 'Put me in a cushioned chair; Carry me, ye four, With cushions here and cushions there, To see the world once more. 'To stable and to kennel go; Bring what there is to bring; Lead my Lollard to and fro, Or gently in a ring. Chorus: 'Oh, Huntsmam Rody, blow the horn, Make the hills reply.' The huntsman loosens on the morn A gay and wandering cry. 'Put the chain upon the grass: Call Rody and his hounds, That I may contented pass From these earthly bounds.' His eyelids droop, his head falls low, The old eyes cloud with dreams; The sun shines on all things that grow And falls in sleepy streams. Chorus Brown Lollard treads upon the grass, And to the armchair goes, And the old man's dreams are gone, He smooths the long brown nose. And now moves many a pleasant tongue Upon his wasted hands, For leading aged hounds and young The huntsman near him stands. Chorus And one blind hound lies apart On the sun-smitten grass; He holds commune with his heart: The moments pass and pass: The blind hound with a mournful din Lifts his wintry head; The servants bear the body in; The hounds mourn for the dead. Chorus |
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Has not been released officially.
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Lyrics by: William Butler Yeats Length: 5:15 Date of first publish: Studio: |
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