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Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт)


Hunter's Song


The toils are pitched, and the stakes are set,
Ever sing merrily, merrily;
The bows they bend, and the knives they whet,
Hunters live so cheerily.

It was a stag, a stag of ten,
Bearing its branches sturdily;
He came silently down the glen,
Ever sing hardily, hardily.

It was there he met with a wounded doe,
She was bleeding deathfully;
She warned him of the toils below,
O so faithfully, faithfully!

He had an eye, and he could heed,
Ever sing so warily, warily;
He had a foot, and he could speed--
Hunters watch so narrowly. 



Walter Scott's other poems:
  1. Farewell to Mackenzie
  2. Pharos Loquitur
  3. MacKrimmon's Lament
  4. Pibroch of Donail Dhu
  5. The Song Of The Tempest


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