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HUNTING SONG
WAKEN, lords and ladies gay, On the mountain dawns the day All the jolly chase is here, With hawk, and horse, and hunting-spear! Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily, merrily, mingle they: – "Waken, lords and ladies gay." Waken lords and ladies gay, The mist has left the mountain gray, Springlets in the dawn are steaming, Diamonds on the brake are gleaming; And foresters have busy been, To track the buck in thickets green; Now we come to chant our lay: – "Waken, lords and ladies gay." Waken, lords and ladies gay, To the green-wood haste away; We can show you where he lies, Fleet of foot, and tall of size; We can show the marks he made, When 'gainst the oak his antlers fray'd: You shall see him brought to bay: – "Waken, lords and ladies gay." Louder, louder, chant the lay, Waken, lords and ladies gay! Tell them youth, and mirth and glee, Run a course as well as we; Time, stern huntsman! who can balk, Staunch as hound, and fleet as hawk: Think of this, and rise with day, Gentle lords and ladies gay. – SIR WALTER SCOTT |
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