OH. A MERRY LIFE DOES THE HUNrER
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BY 6. T. MORRIS. Oh merry lie does the banter lead, He wakes with the dawn oi dsy, He whistles his dog and he mounts his sieed And he bounds 10 the woods away. The hshtsotne tramp of the deer he'tl mark, As they troop in herds along; And his ride starts the tanefui lark As he warbles his morning soag, Oh hunters fife Is the life for me. This IS life Eor man. Let others sing oT the swelling sea, But match the woods if you can. Then give me my gaa-I've an eye to mark The deer as they bound along My s,eed and my dog, snd the cheerful lark To wsrbie my morning song