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George Meredith - Over The Hills
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The old hound wags his shaggy tail, 
And I know what he would say: 
It`s over the hills we`ll bound, old hound, 
Over the hills, and away. 

There`s nought for us here save to count the clock, 
And hang the head all day: 
But over the hills we`ll bound, old hound, 
Over the hills and away. 

Here among men we`re like the deer 
That yonder is our prey: 
So, over the hills we`ll bound, old hound, 
Over the hills and away. 

The hypocrite is master here, 
But he`s the cock of clay: 
So, over the hills we`ll bound, old hound, 
Over the hills and away. 

The women, they shall sigh and smile, 
And madden whom they may: 
It`s over the hills we`ll bound, old hound, 
Over the hills and away. 

Let silly lads in couples run 
To pleasure, a wicked fay: 
`Tis ours on the heather to bound, old hound, 
Over the hills and away. 

The torrent glints under the rowan red, 
And shakes the bracken spray: 
What joy on the heather to bound, old hound, 
Over the hills and away. 

The sun bursts broad, and the heathery bed 
Is purple, and orange, and gray: 
Away, and away, we`ll bound, old hound, 
Over the hills and away.
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