• 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 Dusky night rides down the sky,
      And ushers in the morn:
    The hounds all join in glorious cry,
      The huntsman winds his horn,
                And a hunting we will go.

    The wife around her husband throws
      Her arms to make him stay;
    “My dear, it rains, it hails, it blows;
      You cannot hunt to-day.”
                Yet a...