The hunt is up

The hunt is up! the hunt is up

And it is well-nigh day;

And Harry our king is gone hunting

To bring his deer to bay.

The east is bright with morning light,

And darkness it is fled,

And the merry horn wakes up the morn

To leave his idle bed.

Behold the skies with golden dyes,

Are glowing all around;

The grass is green, and so are the treen

All laughing at the sound.