soNG or THE WILDERNESS.

nv GEORGE LUNT.
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oa ii merry and free, by the wild, wild sea,


Where the tumbling pillows dash and howl


Iove the tossing bough and the forest growi
And over the Prairie, away, away,
What wave SO swift as our forest steeds
We sing out our rifles ere peep of day.,


And off for the glades where the wild deer leeds
The dancing blood in the keen air springs,
We're ND and away, o'er the tinkling snow,


sTha, under our tread with music rings
And the silYery sparkles flash and fly


From the iron hoofs that are fleet and strong
And the gray quail darts with her whlstng cry
And the partridge whirrs as we pass along
And over our saddles, while day is bright,


We fling the dun-deer and the prairie blrd,
And hey for the eyes that will dance in light,
When the homeward trampofourst steeds is heard!
Oh. this is the life of the woodman free,


In his hut by the clearing wide and rude
Though tis merry and free, by the glad glad sea-
Yet ours is the life of the green wildwood :