Hunting Song

Waken, lords and ladies gay,
On the mountain dawns the day;
All the jolly chase is here
With hawk and horse and hunting-spear,
Hounds are in their couples yelling,
Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling,
Merrily, merrily mingle they
Waken, lords and ladies gay.

Waken, lords and ladies gay,
The mist has left the mountain gray;
Springlets in the dawn are steaming,
Diamonds on the brake are gleaming;
And foresters have busy been
To track the buck in thicket green;
Now we come to chant our lay,
Waken, lords and ladies gay.

Waken, lords and ladies gay,
To the greenwood haste away;
We can show you where he lies,
Fleet of foot and tall of size;
We can show the marks he made
When 'gainst the oak his antlers fray'd;
You shall see him brought to bay
Waken, lords and ladies gay.

Louder, louder chant 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 balk,
Staunch as hound and fleet as hawk:
Think of this, and rise with day,
Gentle lords and ladies gay!

by Sir Walter Scott

Comments (12)

feeling so happy to read this poem- excellent rhythm
The poem provides a vivid description of the majestic grandeur and fun that went with the sport of seasonal hunting. To animal lovers, the poem may well appear unpalatable. A special mention for the excellent rhyme and rhythm is well deserved.
It lacks any thought or feeling for the hunted quarry and the rhyme and rhythm doesn't help to assuage that lack
Hunting the earlier sport of the elite and killing wild animals. They rhyme of poetry is so brilliant.
Time, stern huntsman! who can balk, Staunch as hound and fleet as hawk: Think of this, and rise with day, Gentle lords and ladies gay! a very good poem.. tony
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