Yon Sound'S Neither Sheep-Bell Nor Bark, They're Running - They're Running, Go Hark! The Sport May Be Lost By A Moment'S Delay; So Whip Up The Puppies And Scurry Away. Dash Down Through The Cover By Dingle And Dell, There'S A Gate At The Bottom - I Know It Full Well; And They're Running - They're Running, Go Hark! They're Running - They're Running, Go Hark! One Fence And We're Out Of The Park; Sit Down In Your Saddles And Race At The Brook, Then Smash At The Bullfinch; No Time For A Look; Leave Cravens And Skirters To Dangle Behind; He's Away For The Moors In The Teeth Of The Wind, And They're Running - They're Running, Go Hark! They're Running - They're Running, Go Hark! Let Them Run On And Run Till It's Dark! Well With Them We Are, And Well With Them We'll Be, While There'S Wind In Our Horses And Daylight To See: Then Shog Along Homeward, Chat Over The Fight, And Hear In Our Dreams The Sweet Music All Night Of - They're Running - They're Running, Go Hark! Eversley, 1856.