A merry life does the hunter lead!
  He wakes with the dawn of day;
He whistles his dog—he mounts his steed,
  And scuds to he woods away!
The lightsome tramp of the deer he'll mark,
  As they troop in herds along;
And his rifle startles the cheerful lark
  As he [carols]1 his morning song!

The hunter's life is the life for me!—
  That is the life for a man!
Let others sing of a home on the sea,
  But match me the woods if you can!
Then give me a gun—I've an eye to mark
  The deer as they bound along!—
My steed, dog, and gun, and the cheerful lark
  To carol my morning song!