Waken, lords and ladies gay, <br />On the mountain dawns the day; <br />All the jolly chase is here <br />With hawk and horse and hunting-spear, <br />Hounds are in their couples yelling, <br />Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, <br />Merrily, merrily mingle they <br />Waken, lords and ladies gay. <br /> <br />Waken, lords and ladies gay, <br />The mist has left the mountain gray; <br />Springlets in the dawn are steaming, <br />Diamonds on the brake are gleaming; <br />And foresters have busy been <br />To track the buck in thicket green; <br />Now we come to chant our lay, <br />Waken, lords and ladies gay. <br /> <br />Waken, lords and ladies gay, <br />To the greenwood haste away; <br />We can show you where he lies, <br />Fleet of foot and tall of size; <br />We can show the marks he made <br />When 'gainst the oak his antlers fray'd; <br />You shall see him brought to bay <br />Waken, lords and ladies gay. <br /> <br />Louder, louder chant the lay, <br />Waken, lords and ladies gay! <br />Tell them youth and mirth and glee <br />Run a course as well as we; <br />Time, stern huntsman! who can balk, <br />Staunch as hound and fleet as hawk: <br />Think of this, and rise with day, <br />Gentle lords and ladies gay!<br /><br />Sir Walter Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hunting-song-3/
