歌曲名 The Ballad of the Foxhunter

歌手名 Cherish The Ladies

作词：W.B. Yeats

作曲：Traditional

Lay me in a cushioned chair

Carry me ye four

With cushions here and 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

Put the chain upon the grass

Bring rody and his hounds

That I may contented pass

From these earthly bounds

His eyelids droop

His old eyes cloud with dreams

The sun upon all things that grow

Falls in sleepy streams

Huntsman blow the horn

Come make the hills reply

Loosen on the morn

A gay wandering cry

Rody blow your horn

Come make the hills reply

I cannot blow my horn

But only weep and sigh

Lollard treads upon the lawn

And to the armchair goes

The old man's dreams are gone

He soothes the long brown nose

Moves many a pleasant tongue

Upon his wasted hands

Aged hounds and young

The huntsman near him stands

Huntsman blow the horn

Come make the hills reply

Loosen on the morn

A gay wandering cry

Rody blow your horn

Come make the hills reply

I cannot blow my horn

But only weep and sigh

Round his cushioned place

With new sorrow wrung

Hounds gazing on his face

Aged hounds and young

Fire in the old man's eyes

His fingers move and sway

The wandering music dies

They hear him feebly say

Huntsman blow the horn

Come make the hills reply

Loosen on the morn

A gay wandering cry

Rody blow your horn

Come make the hills reply

I cannot blow my horn

But only weep and sigh

Huntsman blow the horn

Come make the hills reply

Loosen on the morn

A gay wandering cry

Rody blow your horn

Come make the hills reply

I cannot blow my horn

But only weep and sigh

The blind hound with a mournful cry

Slowly lifts his head

They bear the body in

The hounds wail for the dead

The hounds wail for the dead

Wail for the dead