A Song of Exmoor

Henry Newbolt

The Forest above and the Combe below,
  On a bright September morn!
He's the soul of a clod who thanks not God
  That ever his body was born!
So hurry along, the stag's afoot,
  The Master's up and away!
Halloo!  Halloo! we'll follow it through
  From Bratton to Porlock Bay!

So hurry along, the stag's afoot,
  The Master's up and away!
Halloo!  Halloo! we'll follow it through
  From Bratton to Porlock Bay!
Hark to the tufters' challenge true,
  'Tis a note that the red-deer knows!
His courage awakes, his covert he breaks,
  And up for the moor he goes!
He's all his rights and seven on top,
  His eye's the eye of a king,
And he'll beggar the pride of some that ride
  Before he leaves the ling!

Here comes Antony bringing the pack,
  Steady! he's laying them on!
By the sound of their chime you may tell that it's time
  To harden your heart and be gone.
Nightacott, Narracott, Hunnacott's passed,
  Right for the North they race:
He's leading them straight for Blackmoor Gate,
  And he's setting a pounding pace!

We're running him now on a breast-high scent,
  But he leaves us standing still;
When we swing round by Westland Pound
  He's far up Challacombe Hill.
The pack are a string of struggling ants,
  The quarry's a dancing midge,
They're trying their reins on the edge of the Chains
  While he's on Cheriton Ridge.

He's gone by Kittuck and Lucott Moor,
  He's gone by Woodcock's Ley;
By the little white town he's turned him down,
  And he's soiling in open sea.
So hurry along, we'll both be in,
  The crowd are a parish away!
We're a field of two, and we've followed it through
  From Bratton to Porlock Bay!

So hurry along, we'll both be in,
  The crowd are a parish away!
We're a field of two, and we've followed it through
  From Bratton to Porlock Bay!

Exmoor is the famous area of wild, open moorland around the River Exe in Devon. Much of it is now a national park.

Porlock is famous as the home town of the man who disturbed Samuel Taylor Coleridge while he was writing down his marvellous work Kubla Khan - a poem about Xanadu. There are also some poems about Porlock.