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!
(George Pope Morris)
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