Red dog

For our white and our excellent nights - for the nights of swift running,

Fair ranging, far-seeing, good hunting, sure cunning!

For the smells of the dawning, untainted, ere dew has departed!

For the rush through the mist, and the quarry blind-started!

For the cry of our mates when the

sambhur'

has wheeled and is standing at bay,

For the risk and the riot of night!

For the sleep at the lair-mouth by day -

It is met, and we go to the fight.

Bay! O Bay!