The old hound wags his shaggy tail, <br />And I know what he would say: <br />It's over the hills we'll bound, old hound, <br />Over the hills, and away. <br /> <br />There's nought for us here save to count the clock, <br />And hang the head all day: <br />But over the hills we'll bound, old hound, <br />Over the hills and away. <br /> <br />Here among men we're like the deer <br />That yonder is our prey: <br />So, over the hills we'll bound, old hound, <br />Over the hills and away. <br /> <br />The hypocrite is master here, <br />But he's the cock of clay: <br />So, over the hills we'll bound, old hound, <br />Over the hills and away. <br /> <br />The women, they shall sigh and smile, <br />And madden whom they may: <br />It's over the hills we'll bound, old hound, <br />Over the hills and away. <br /> <br />Let silly lads in couples run <br />To pleasure, a wicked fay: <br />'Tis ours on the heather to bound, old hound, <br />Over the hills and away. <br /> <br />The torrent glints under the rowan red, <br />And shakes the bracken spray: <br />What joy on the heather to bound, old hound, <br />Over the hills and away. <br /> <br />The sun bursts broad, and the heathery bed <br />Is purple, and orange, and gray: <br />Away, and away, we'll bound, old hound, <br />Over the hills and away.<br /><br />George Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/over-the-hills-3/
