226 ON THE GRAMPIAN HILLS. 



'Tis there at dawn of morning, in the autumn of the 

 year,* 



We'll rove the woodlands gaily to track the wild red- 

 deer. 



Then fleetly o'er the heather, through many a spark- 

 ling rill, 



Along the verdant valleys, o'er moorland, dale, and 

 hill, 



We'll chase our antlered quarry, whilst each covert 

 shall resound 



With the halloo of the huntsman and the deep note of 

 the hound, 



Whilst every hill shall echo, and re-echo back again, 



The music of the cheery horn o'er all the wide-spread 

 plain ; 



Then on we'll urge our flagging steeds, and still our 

 spurs we'll ply 



The die is cast, his doom is sealed " This day a stag 

 must die." 



* Stag-hunting in Devonshire commences on August 12th. 



