The Morning is Breaking.
Hunting song.
Dedicated to all lovers of Fox Hunting.
Set to Music by Charles Coote, Esq.
The morning is breaking, the fog clears away;
The wind's blowing soft, it's a fine hunting day;
Capp'd, booted, and spurr'd, and the breakfast well o'er,
The groom leads your cover hack up to the door;
In health and in spirits you mount on his back,
And canter away to some favourite pack.
Arrived at the " meet," friendly greetings are there;
Such praising this horse, and admiring that mare;
Discuss'd are the merits of pig-skin and bit;
Pocket pistols are primed, and Havannas are lit,
Till the Master (glad sound) says it's time to begin,
When it's "Heigh into cover! hark over! you in!"
Now, down with cigars, take a pull at your girth,
We're sure of a "find" if there's no open earth;
Hold hard! there, you youngster, keep out of that ride,
When hounds are in cover your place is outside.
All is silent as death, save the covert resounds
With the crack of a whip, or a cheer to the hounds.
Loo' in there! have at him! you, wind him, good lads!
Are sounds very fatal to brushes and pads.
"Hark to, Monarch! yoi, Fatal! get to him!" the cry;
"Hi, Bounty! yoi, Tell Tale! have at him, old boy!
Be steady, it's right, boys, as sure as we're born,
Tally-ho! tally-ho! hark! there goes the horn!"
