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!