The bright rosy morning peeps over the hills.
With blushes adorning the meadows and fields.
While the merry, merry, merry horn calls come, come, away,
Awake from your slumbers and hail the new day.
2. The deer roused before us, away seems to fly.
And pants to the chorus of hounds in full cry. Refrain
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