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' P rose the sun o'er moor and mead ; 

 Up with the sun rose Percy Rede ; 

 Brave Keeldar, from his couples freed, 



Career'd along the lea ; 

 The palfrey sprung with sprightly bound, 

 As if to match the gamesome hound ; 

 His horn the gallant huntsman wound : 

 They were a jovial three ! 



Man, hound, or horse, of higher fame, 

 To wake the wild deer never came, 

 Since Alnwick's Earl pursued the game 



On Cheviot's rueful day ; 

 Keeldar was matchless in his speed, 

 Than Tarras ne'er was stauncher steed, 

 A peerless archer, Percy Rede : 



And right dear friends were they. 



The chase engross'd their joys and woes, 

 Together at the dawn they rose, 

 Together shared the noon's repose, 



By fountain or by stream ; 

 And oft, when evening skies were red, 

 The heather was their common bed, 

 Where each, as wildering fancy led, 



Still hunted in his dream, 

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