The Hunt is Up

The hunt is up,
The hunt is up,
And it is a well-nigh day.
And Harry our king
Has gone a-hunting
To bring his deer to bay.

The east is bright
With morning light
And darkness it is fled
The merry horn
Wakes the morn
To leave his idle bed.

The sun is glad
To see us clad
All in our lusty green,
And smiles the sky
As he riseth high
To see and to be seen.

Behold the skies
With golden dyes
Are glowing all around;
The grass is green,
And so are the trees,
All laughing at the sound.

The horses snort
To be a-sport,
The does are running free.
THe woods rejoice
With merry noise
Of hey tantara tee ree!

Awake all men,
I say again,
Be merry as you may!
For Harry, our king,
Has gone a-hunting
To bring his deer to bay.