'Tis the white stag, Fame, we're a-hunting, bid the world's hounds come to horn
'Tis the white stag, Fame, we're a-hunting, bid the world's hounds come to horn
The dusky night rides down the sky, And ushers in the morn The hounds all join in glorious cry, The huntsman winds his horn And a-hunting we will go.
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting, For fear of little men.
After a hundred years the son of the King then reigning, who was of another family from that of the sleeping Princess, was a-hunting on that side of the country, and he asked what those towers were which he saw in the middle of a great thick wood.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories