Round us rolls the heather's sheen, <br />Heather's sheen, <br />'Neath the falcon of our queen, <br />Of our queen. <br /> <br />Birch and cherry balm exhale, <br />Balm exhale, <br />Loud our horns the cliffs assail, <br />Cliffs assail. <br /> <br />Light the air and clear the sky, <br />Clear the sky,- <br />Hurrah! onward, she is nigh, <br />She is nigh. <br /> <br />Hunt ye joy with every breath, <br />Every breath, <br />Hunt it to the stream of death, <br />Stream of death!<br /><br />Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hunting-song/
