The King's Hunt is up

The hunt is up, the hunt is up,
   And it is well nigh day;
   And Harry our king is gone hunting,
   To bring his deer to bay.

      The east is bright with morning light,
   And darkness it is fled;
   And the merry horn wakes up the morn
   To leave his idle bed.

      Behold the skies with golden dyes
  Are glowing all around;
  The grass is green, and so are the treen,
  All laughing with the sound.

     The horses snort to be at the sport,
  The dogs are running free;
  The woods rejoice at the merry noise
  Of hey taranta tee ree.

     The sun is glad to see us clad
  All in our lusty green,
  And smiles in the sky as he riseth high
  To see and to be seen.

     Awake all men, I say again,
  Be merry as you may;
  For Harry our king is gone hunting
  To bring his deer to bay.