Hunting Song Up, up! ye dames and lasses gay! Tis you must tend the flocks this morn, For the shepherds must go To hunt the wolf in the woods to-day. Leave the hearth and leave the house To hunt the wolf in the woods to-day. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Hie Away Hie away, hie away! Over bank and over brae, Where the copsewood is the greenest, Where the blackcock sweetest sips it, Hie away, hie away! Sir Walter Scott. And I made a rural pen; And I stained the water clear And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear. William Blake. |