Tarantara : Hunting song
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- Title
- Tarantara : Hunting song
- Publication year listed
- 1908
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- Public domain eBook
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Tarantara : Hunting song
Author: Nordheimer, Albert, ca. 1850 or 1855-1938
Year: 1908
[Verse 1] Oh, who would stay indoor, indoor, / When the born is on the hill? / With the crisp air stinging, and the huntsman singing, / And a reynard fleet to kill; / Oh who would stay indoor, indoor, / When the horn is on the hill? / With the crisp air stinging, and the huntsman singing, / And a reynard fleet to kill. [Chorus] Tarantara, tarantara, the horn is on the hill, / Tarantara, tarantara, A reynard fit to kill. [Verse 2] Let him that loves his ease, his ease, / Keep close and house him fair. / He’ll still be a stranger to the merry thrill of danger, / And the joy of the open air / Let him that loves his ease, his ease / Keep close and house him fair / He'll still be a stranger to the merry thrill of danger, / And the joy of the open air. [Chorus] [Verse 3] But he who loves the chase, the chase, / Let him come out today. / For the horses are neighing, and the hounds are baying, / And the hunt is up and away, / But her who loves the chase, the chase, / Let him come out today. / For the horses are neighing, and the hounds are baying, / And the hunt is up and away. [Chorus