OVER PASTURE, PLOUGH AND FELL.
Reading edition
When the rain clouds o’erhead hover, And the hounds are in the covert, And the fox has broken eastwards, Can’t you hear the first whip yell? That’s the time for joy and mirth, sir, Cramming hat and tightening girth, sir, And it’s I’m for dashing eastward Over pasture, plough and fell. Finest run I ever knew, sir, See they’re running now to view, sir, Now they have him, Oh, by Jove! sir, But the mare has gone right well! They have killed the old Red Rover, Now his last long race is over, Tho’ a dozen times he beat us Over pasture, plough and fell.
