Читать книгу The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 14, No. 385, August 15, 1829 - Various - Страница 5

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 grey,

Springlets in the dawn are streaming,

Diamonds on the brake are gleaming,

And foresters have busy been,

To track the buck in thicket 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 frayed;

You shall see him brought to bay.

"Waken, lords and ladies gay."

Louder, louder, chant the lay,

Waken, lords and ladies say,

Tell them youth, and mirth and glee,

Run a course as well as we,

Time, stern huntsman! who can balk,

Stanch as hound, and fleet as hawk?

Think of this, without delay,

Gentle lords and ladies gay.