From right to left we're plying, Our poise still we keep, The face of the deep, With a fal, lal, &c. 'Great Jove looks down with wonder, To view his sons of thunder: Though the waters he seal, With a fal, lal, &c. See, see, our band advances, For Neptune below His beard dare not show. With a fal, lal, &c. . THE MELLOW HORN. Ar dawn Aurora gaily breaks, All nature smiles to usher in At eve when gloomy shades obscure When tinkling bells are heard no more "Tis then the sweet enchanting note, THE FISHER'S SONG. WHEN morning's light is gently breaking To yonder crag, our bark we'll bring, our bark we'll bring, And seize, and seize with joy the ocean's King, And seize, and seize with joy the ocean's King, The wily nets prepare, The wily nets prepare, To yonder crag our bark we'll bring, our bark to anchor bring, And seize with joy, &c. We leave our huts when day is dawning: In silence o'er the main, And when the western breezes spring, the breezes spring, We seize, we seize with joy the ocean's King, We seize, we seize with joy the ocean's King, In silence o'er the main, In silence o'er the main, And when the western breezes spring, the western breezes spring, THE HUNTER'S HORN. SWIFT from the covert the merry pack fled, O had you seen then, through torrent, through brake, Clear'd was the forest, the mountain pass'd o'er; So close was he follow'd, the foam where he sprung, www. THE SWISS HUNTER'S WELCOME HOME. WHILE the hunter o'er the mountain, at daybreak in bounding, By the wild rilly fountain, the chamois descries; Through the mist of the morning, his hallo resounding, Every fear nobly scorning, still onward he flies. When the hunter o'er the mountain, At daybreak is bounding, By the wild rilly fountain, The chamois descries, the chamois, &c. He tracks in the snow print, the flight of the ranger; At daybreak is bounding, In search of the chamois, Unwearied he flies, unwearied he flies. From the toils of the chase, the bold hunter returning, With joy views his cot, in the valley below, When the hunter o'er the mountain, from the chase is returning, To his cot near the fountain, with rapture he flies. Then content in his cottage, While gently reposing, From woman's bright smile. Meets a sweet welcome home, a sweet, &c. HUNTSMAN'S SONG AND CHORUS. OH! what can compare to the huntsman's bold pleas ure! For whom is the goblet so rich and so free? To rise from the grass at the horn's cheering measure, Yo ho! tral la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, When rocks with their echoes, their echoes are near us, More free sounds the pledge from the full flowing bowl, Yo ho! tral la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Diana at night shines brilliantly o'er us, And aids us with coolness and shadows by day, To chase the grim wolf from his covert before,us, And bring the wild boar in his fury to bay. Oh! these are enjoyments that lighten and cheer us, Give strength to the frame and delight to the soul: When rocks with their echoes and forests are near us, More free sounds the pledge from the full flowing bowl. Yo ho! &c. THE CRY OF THE HOUNDS. THE gray eye of morning was dear to my youth, In yellow-leaved autumn the haze of the moon, Then melody woke in the sound of the horn, As we chcered the old fox from his home; All vigor my steed leap'd the fence or the stream, The well tuned view halloo that shook the green wood, Gave nerve to the hunter's and fire to the blood And shall I relinquish this joy of my heart, |