LIFE IN THE WOODS.—A SONG.
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.
