To track the buck in thicket green;
Now we come to chant our lay,
“Waken, lords and ladies gay.”
Waken, lords and ladies gay,
To the greenwood haste away;
We can show you where he lies,
Fleet of foot, and tall of size;
We can show the marks he made
When ’gainst the oak his antlers[55] frayed;
You shall see him brought to bay;