Southerly Wind

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.

From Capt. Patrick Tayluer
From Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman by William Main Doerflinger (1951, '72, '91)

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!

The 'original', older hunting round
From Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman by William Main Doerflinger (1951, '72, '91)