The Hunter's Carol.

A merry life does the hunter lead!

He wakes with the dawn of day;

He whistles his dog — he mounts his steed,

And scuds to he woods away!

The lightsome tramp of the deer he'll mark,

As they troop in herds along;

And his rifle startles the cheerful lark

As he carols his morning song!

The hunter's life is the life for me!—

That is the life for a man!

Let others sing of a home on the sea,

But match me the woods if you can!

Then give me a gun — I've an eye to mark

The deer as they bound along!—

My steed, dog, and gun, and the cheerful lark

To carol my morning song!