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120 No man like him the horn could sound,

And no man was so full of glee;

To say the least, four counties round

Had heard of Simon Lee;

His Master's dead, and no one now

Dwells in the hall of Ivor;

Men, Dogs, and Horses, all are dead;

He is the sole survivor.

And he is lean and he is sick,

His dwindled body's half awry;

His ancles, too, are swoln and thick;

His legs are thin and dry.

When he was young he little knew

Of husbandry or tillage;

And now is forced to work, though weak,

—The weakest in the village.

He all the country could outrun,

Could leave both man and horse behind;

And often, ere the race was done,

He reeled and was stone-blind.

And still there's something in the world

At which his heart rejoices;

For when the chiming hounds are out,

He dearly loves their voices!