Darlin'

The Master dismounted, sending on his horse to the western end of the covert, and climbing the bank of the wood was swallowed up in jungle, from whose depths we could dimly hear him cheering the hounds in the well-remembered way: “Thatsy-atsy-atsy, my darlin’s! Find him for me Thruelass and Naygress, good bitchies!”

2001, Damien Rice, “Cheers Darlin’”, track 7 on O (2002)