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THE HUNT IS UP! |
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The East is bright with morning light,
And darkness it is fled; The merry horn wakes up the morn
To leave his idle bed. |
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The sun is glad to see us clad
All in our lusty green, And smiles in the sky, as he riseth high
To see and to be seen. |
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Awake, all men, I say again.
Be merry as you may, For Harry, our King, is gone hunting
To bring his deer to bay. |
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H. 4868. |
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