[00:48.490]Lay me in a cushioned chair
[00:51.490]Carry me, ye four
[00:55.490]With cushions here and cushions there
[01:00.490]To see the world once more
[01:03.490]To stable and to kennel go
[01:07.490]Bring what there is to bring
[01:11.490]Lead my Lollard to and fro
[01:15.490]Or gently in a ring
[01:21.490]Put the chair upon the grass
[01:25.490]Bring Rody and his hounds
[01:29.490]That I might contented pass
[01:33.490]From these earthly bounds
[01:36.490]His eyelids drop, his head falls low
[01:41.490]His old eyes cloud with dreams
[01:45.490]The sun falls on all things that grow
[01:49.490]Falls in sleepy streams
[02:10.490]Brown Lollard treads upon the lawn
[02:15.490]And to the armchair goes
[02:18.490]There the old man's dreams are gone
[02:22.490]He smoothes the long, brown nose
[02:26.490]And now moves many affable tongue
[02:30.490]Upon his wasted hands
[02:34.490]Leading aged hounds and young
[02:38.490]The huntsman near him stands
[02:43.490]The servants round his cushioned place
[02:47.490]Are with new sorry wrung
[02:51.490]The hounds are gazing on his face
[02:55.490]The aged hounds and young
[03:59.490]The fire is in the old man's eyes
[03:03.490]His fingers move and sway
[03:07.490]When the wandering music dies
[03:11.490]They hear him feebly say
[03:16.490]Oh huntsman Rody, blow the horn
[03:20.490]Make the hills reply
[03:25.490]I cannot blow upon my horn
[03:29.490]I can but weep and sigh
[04:03.490]One blind hound lies apart
[04:06.490]On the sun-smitten grass
[04:09.490]He holds commune with his heart
[04:13.490]The moments pass and pass
[04:18.490]The blind hound with a mournful wail
[04:22.490]He lifts his wintry head
[04:26.490]The servants bear the body in
[04:30.490]The hounds wail for the dead
[04:35.490]Oh huntsman Rody, blow the horn
[04:40.490]Make the hills reply
[04:44.490]Huntsman Rody, blow the horn
[04:48.490]Make the hills reply
[04:52.490]Huntsman Rody, blow the horn
[04:56.490]Make the hills reply
[05:00.490]The huntsman loosens on the morn
[05:04.490]A gay and mournful cry