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Bright Sol, from the east spreads His beauties around, O’er mountain and valley so low; The chase our delight, when we follow the hound, And the musical sound of the huntsman’s hallo!

This is our song— Dash, dash along, To chase the boar, streaming with gore, With fiery eyes, his bristles rise; Still we, undaunted, tune our song, With forward, my boys, dash, dash along, To the mellow-toned horn!

Come, tell me where the maid is found, Whose heart can love without deceit— And I will range the world around, To sigh one moment at her feet.

O tell me where’s her sainted home, What air receives her blessed sigh; A pilgrimage of years I’ll roam, To catch one sparkle of her eye.

And if her cheek be rosy bright, While truth within her bosom lies; I’ll gaze upon her morn and night, Till my heart leave through my eyes.