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,...

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...