Into the woods three huntsmen came, <br />Seeking the white stag for their game. <br /> <br />They laid them under a green fir-tree <br />And slept, and dreamed strange things to see. <br /> <br />(FIRST HUNTSMAN) <br /> <br />I dreamt I was beating the leafy brush, <br />When out popped the noble stag--hush, hush! <br /> <br />(SECOND HUNTSMAN) <br /> <br />As ahead of the clamorous pack he sprang, <br />I pelted him hard in the hide--piff, bang! <br /> <br />(THIRD HUNTSMAN) <br /> <br />And as that stag lay dead I blew <br />On my horn a lusty tir-ril-la-loo! <br /> <br />So speak the three as there they lay <br />When lo! the white stag sped that way, <br /> <br />Frisked his heels at those huntsmen three, <br />Then leagues o'er hill and dale was he-- <br />Hush, hush! Piff, bang! Tir-ril-la-loo!<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/uhland-s-white-stag/
