Lay me ^Gin a cushioned ^Cchair ^GCarry me, ye ^Dfour With ^Gcushions here and ^Cthere To ^Gsee the world once ^Dmore To ^Gstable and kennel ^Cgo ^GBring what there's to ^Dbring Lead my ^GLollard to and ^Cfro Or ^Dgently ^Cin a ^Dring

Put the ^Gchair upon the ^Cgrass Bring ^GRody and his ^Dhounds That I ^Gmay contented ^Cpass ^GFrom these earthly ^Dbounds His ^Geyelids, they ^Cdroop ^GEyes cloud with ^Ddreams The ^Gsun upon all things that ^Cgrow Falls ^Dinto ^Csleepy ^Ddreams

^CHuntsmen, blow the horn, come ^Ammake the hills reply ^DLoosen on the morn, a ^Ggay wandering cry ^CRody, blow the horn, come ^Ammake the hills reply ^DI cannot blow my horn, but ^Gonly weep and ^Dsigh

Lollard ^Gtreads upon the ^Clawn And ^Gto the armchair ^Dgoes The ^Gold man's dreams are ^Cgone He ^Gsmoothes the long, brown ^Dnose ^GMoves a pleasant ^Ctongue U^Gpon his wasted ^Dhands ^GAged hounds and ^Cyoung The ^Dhuntsman ^Cnear him ^Dstands

^CHuntsmen, blow the horn, come ^Ammake the hills reply ^DLoosen on the morn, a ^Ggay wandering cry ^CRody, blow the horn, come ^Ammake the hills reply ^DI cannot blow my horn, but ^Gonly weep and ^Dsigh

'^GRound his cushioned ^Cplace ^GWith new sorrow ^Dwrung Hounds ^Ggazing on his ^Cface ^GAged hounds and ^Dyoung ^GFire is in the old man's ^Ceyes His ^Gfingers move and ^Dsway ^GWandering music ^Cdies You ^Dhear him ^Cfeebly ^Dsay

^CHuntsmen, blow the horn, come ^Ammake the hills reply ^DLoosen on the morn, a ^Ggay wandering cry ^CRody, blow the horn, come ^Ammake the hills reply ^DI cannot blow my horn, but ^Gonly weep and ^Dsigh

The blind ^Ghound with a mournful ^Ccry ^GSlowly lifts his ^Dhead They ^Gbear the body ^Cin The ^Dhounds ^Cwail for the ^Ddead___

Cherish the Ladies - The ballad of the foxhunter