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The Chase 



You shall see him brought to bay, 

 " Waken, lords and ladies gay." 



Louder, louder, chaunt the lay, 

 " Waken, lords and ladies gay ! " 

 Tell them youth, and mirth, and glee 

 Run a course as well as we ; 

 Time, stern huntsman ! who can baulk, 

 Staunch as hound and fleet as hawk ; 

 Think of this, and rise with day. 

 Gentle lords and ladies gay. 



Sir IValter Scott. 



Hark ! Hark ! ^:^ <?^ 



FOR hark ! hark ; hark ! 

 The dog doth bark. 

 That watches the wild deer's lair. 

 The hunter awakes at the peep of the dawn. 

 But the lair is empty, the deer it is gone, 

 And the hunter knows not where. 



Then follow, oh follow ! the hounds do cry : 

 The red sun flames in the eastern sky : 



The stag bounds over the hollow. 

 He that lingers in spirit, or loiters in hall, 

 Shall see us no more till the evening fall. 

 And no voice but the echo shall answer his call 



Then follow, oh follow, follow : 



Follow, oh follow, follow ! 



Though I be now a grey, grey friar. 

 Yet I was once a hale young knight : 



The cry of my dogs was the only choir 

 In which my spirit did take delight. 



