Oh, it's a southerly wind and a cloudy sky
Proclaim it a sailing morning;
Before the sun rises away we'll fly,
Dull sleep in a downy bed scorning!
To sails, me brave boys, and away,
Bright Phoebus the hills is adorning!
The face of all nature looks gay,
'Tis a beautiful sailing morning!
Hark, hark, forward,
The wind's blowing another way!
Oh, hark, hark, forward,
The wind's roaring, so we would say.
Oh, it's a southerly wind and a cloudy sky
Proclaim it a hunting morning!
Before the sun rises away we'll fly,
Dull sleep in a downy bed scorning.
To horse, me brave boys, and away!
Bright Phoebus the hills is adorning,
The face of all nature looks gay.
'Tis a beautiful hunting morning!
Hark, hark, forward,
Tally ho, tally ho, tally ho!
And it's hark, hark, forward.
Tanara, tanara, tanara!