Rustle of feet in the roadside grass, br Trample of horses' hoofs, and - Hark! br Blast of an anxious horn! Hounds pass; br Hounds going home in the dark. br Bold was our huntsman galloping free br On a difficult line to the hills to-day, br But his hand is trembling against his knee br At the hint of a light on the King's Highway. br br ‘ Car!' And the gold spreads over the sky ; br ‘ Keep to the front there! Stop them, Mark! br ' Toot-toot-too-oot ! - ' Halloo, there !-Hi ! ‘- br Hounds going home in the dark. br Crack of a whip as the headlights near- br Blind in the blaze they group and grope. br ‘ Curse the feller, and can't he hear? br Put 'em across, there I-Cope, boys, cope! ' br br When never a star is hung in the sky, br With never a lamp or a lantern spark, br Huntsman and Whips go groping by, br Blowing them home in the dark.