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THE DEER-STALKER'S RHYMES. 

 BY THE HON. H. T. LIDDELL. 



AWAKE and be stirring, the daylight's appearing, 

 The wind's in the south, and the mountains are clearing ; 

 A thousand wild harts in the forest are feeding, 

 And many a hart before night shall lie bleeding. 



Make ready both rifles the old and the new 



And sharpen the edge of the rusted skene-dhu ! 



Let your telescopes gleam in the rising sun ; 



We'll have need of them all ere the day's work be done. 



The laddie was off before light to Glen Tilt, 

 And Fascally's laird has just tied on his kilt ; 

 And Peter and Charlie are waiting below 

 The cloud-mantled summits of huge Beii-y-gloe. 



Then spur on your ponies, and haste to the slaughter, 

 Where the Tilt and the Tarff mix their eddying water ; 

 The ravens have spied us, and croak as they wheel 

 O'er the antler'd heads of their destined meal. 



