From right to left we're plying,
Swifter than wind we're flying,
Spheres on spheres surrounding,
Health and strength abounding,
In circles we swing:

Our poise still we keep,
Behold how we sweep

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,
We rove on our heel,
Our weapons are steel,
And no danger we feel.

With a fal, lal, &c.

See, see, our band advances,
See how they join in dances,
Horns and trumpets sounding,
Rocks and hills rebounding,
Let Tritons now blow,
And call us their foe,

For Neptune below

His beard dare not show.

With a fal, lal, &c. .

THE MELLOW HORN.

Ar dawn Aurora gaily breaks,
In all her proud attire,
Majestic o'er the glassy lakes
Reflecting liquid fire;

All nature smiles to usher in
The blushing queen of morn,
And Huntsmen with the day begin
To wind the mellow horn.

At eve when gloomy shades obscure
The tranquil shepherd's cot,

When tinkling bells are heard no more
And daily toil'forgot;

"Tis then the sweet enchanting note,
On zephyrs gently borne,
With witching cadence seems to float
Around the mellow horn.

THE FISHER'S SONG.

WHEN morning's light is gently breaking
Along the ocean's placid tide,
And when the breeze is first awaking,
O'er the wave we gaily ride.
Unfurl the sail, with caution steer,
The wily nets prepare,

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:
And mark the bright sun's early ray,
And then all toil and danger scorning,
O'er waves of blue we speed away.
Our bark rides gaily on again,

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,
We seize with joy, &c.

THE HUNTER'S HORN.

SWIFT from the covert the merry pack fled,
While bounding they sprang over valley and mead;
Wide-spreading his antlers, erected his head,
The stag his enemies scorning.

O had you seen then, through torrent, through brake,
Each sportsman right gallant his rival race take,
'T would please beauty's ear to have heard echo wake
To the hunter's horn in the morning.

Clear'd was the forest, the mountain pass'd o'er;
Yet freshly their riders the willing steeds bore:
The river roll'd deep where the stag spurn'd the shore,
Yet own'd no timorous warning.

So close was he follow'd, the foam where he sprung,
Encircled and sparkled the coursers among,
While the dogs of the chase the rude melody rung,
To the hunter's horn in the morning.

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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;
He brushes the dew-tint, where cataracts foam;
The hunter pursuing, surmounts every danger,
The swift chase renewing, till night calls him home.
When the hunter o'er the mountain,

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,
And follow the stag thro' the forest and lea.
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! 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,
When I sprung like the roe from my bed,
With the glow of the passions, the feelings of truth,
And the light hand of time on my head;
For that 't was my maxim through life to be free,
And so spent my short moments away,
The cry of the hounds was the music for me,
My glory the dawn of the day.

In yellow-leaved autumn the haze of the moon,
Gave promise of rapture to come,

Then melody woke in the sound of the horn,

As we chcered the old fox from his home;
The breeze and the shout met the sun's early beam,
With the village response in full play,

All vigor my steed leap'd the fence or the stream,
And was foremost at dawn of the day.

The well tuned view halloo that shook the green wood,
And arrested the ploughman's gay song,

Gave nerve to the hunter's and fire to the blood
Of the hounds as they bounded along;

And shall I relinquish this joy of my heart,
While years with my strength roll away,