Sir Walter Scott



                   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.


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