o'er the hills far away - francis hopkinson lyrics

o’er the hills far away, at the birth of the morn
i hear the full tone of the sweet sounding h*rn
the sportsmen with shouting all hail the new day
and swift run the hounds o’er the hills far away

across the deep valley their course they pursue
and rush thro’ the thickets yet silver’d with due;
nor fences nor ditches their speed can delay
still sounds the sweet h*rn o’er the hills far away