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1. Tantara rara, hark from Tara, how the herald's trumpet clear
Gaily summons King and Commons to the hunting of the deer;
And now the Ard Righ rides before us, circled by his shining court;
Whilst the crowd's acclaiming chorus hails him to the happy sport,
And tantara, tantara, tantara, tantara, hark the bugles' greeting
Soft echoes, re-echoes, re-echoes, and echoes far into the distance retreating.
Tantara rara, lirra lara ! sweet the silver bugles blow,
Dogs are doubting, footmen shouting hunt the covers high and low.
2. Now uncouple Bran the supple, Bran and Scolan swift as flame !
Loose us Laom, loose us Taom, free us ev'ry hound of fame!
The stag is started in the hollow ! Hark, the huntsman's view halloo!
Hark, the hounds in chorus follow ! Hulla hulla, hulla hoo!
While tantara, tantara, fainter and fainter the horn is now replying,
And further, and further, and further, and further the hunt in the distance is dying.
Tantara rara now from Tara over hill and dale we go,
While we chevy, yoicks, tantivy, tally, tally, tallyho!