Lie down -- lie down! -- my noble hound, 
 That joyful bark give o'er;
 It wakes the lonely echoes round,
 But rouses me no more --
 Thy lifted ears, thy swelling chest, 
 Thy eyes so keenly bright,
 No longer kindle in my breast
 The thrill of fierce delight;
 When following thee on foaming steed
 My eager soul outstripped thy speed --

 Lie down -- lie down -- my faithful hound!
 And watch this night by me,
 For thee again the horn shall sound
 By mountain, stream, and tree;
 And thou along the forest glade,
 Shall track the flying deer
 When cold and silent, I am laid
 In chill oblivion here.
 Another voice shall cheer thee on,
 And glory when the chase is won.

 Lie down -- lie down! -- my gallant hound!
 Thy master's life is sped;
 Go -- couch thee on the dewy ground --
 'Tis thine to watch the dead.
 But when the blush of early day
 Is kindling up the sky,
 Then speed thee, faithful friend, away,
 And to thy mistress hie;
 And guide her to this lonely spot,
 Though my closed eyes behold her not --

 Lie down -- lie down! -- my trusty hound!
 Death comes, and we must part --
 In my dull ear strange murmurs sound --
 More faintly throbs my heart;
 The many twinkling lights of heaven
 Scarce glimmer in the blue --
 Chill round me falls the breath of even,
 Cold on my brow the dew;
 Earth, stars, and heavens, are lost to sight --
 The chase is o'er! -- brave friend, good night! --