SPORT IN THE HIGHLANDS 



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Up in the morning ! young birds in full feather 

 now, 

 Brood above brood on the mountain-side lie ; 

 Setters well broken are ranging the heather now, 

 Bird after bird taking wing but to die ! 

 Home then to number 

 The grouse that encumber 

 Our gillies, where slumber 



To toil gives relief. 

 Pastime at Tolly now, 

 Oh ! it is jolly now. 

 No melancholy now, 

 Sorrow, or grief 



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Up ! up ! at peep-o'-day, clad for a tussle now ! — 

 Keen eyes have mark'd the wild hart on the 

 hill; 

 Toil for the stalker ! — wind, sinew, and muscle^ 

 now 

 All will be needed, ere testing his skill ! 

 Gillies now frolicking. 

 Roaring and rollicking, 

 Hey ! for a grollocking, — 



Rip up the deer. 

 Pastime at Tolly now, 

 Oh ! it is jolly now, 

 No melancholy now 

 Haunteth us here. 



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