LIFE IN THE WOODS.—A SONG.
Reading edition
BY GEO. P. MORRIS.
A merry life does the hunter lead! He wakes with the dawn of day; He whistles his dog—he mounts his steed, And sends to the 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 she 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.
