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66
THE WOOD RANGERS.
Oh! gaily in the greenwood
We Rangers spend the hours;
Our castle is the chestnut brave,
Our couch the golden flowers:
The forest spreads around us
Its wild and leafy lair,
We know each branch and bramble,
As they our children were:
No king had ever subjects
More faithful than our own,
For every heart is firm as oak,
That guards his greenwood throne.
Hurrah!
Thus gaily in the olden spot, we live without a sorrow,
To-day we gain a prize—if not, why better luck to-morrow.
We Rangers spend the hours;
Our castle is the chestnut brave,
Our couch the golden flowers:
The forest spreads around us
Its wild and leafy lair,
We know each branch and bramble,
As they our children were:
No king had ever subjects
More faithful than our own,
For every heart is firm as oak,
That guards his greenwood throne.
Hurrah!
Thus gaily in the olden spot, we live without a sorrow,
To-day we gain a prize—if not, why better luck to-morrow.
67
When storms are bursting o'er us,
And boughs like billows sweep,
We join the merry chorus,
And fill the flagon deep.
The morning hears our rifles
Within the hollow glen,
And heavy is the golden prize
Which glads our dauntless men:
The stag that leapt at sunrise
Provides whereon to dine,
And purple in the goblet
Springs up the laughing wine.
Hurrah!
Thus gaily in the olden spot we live without a sorrow,
To-day we gain a prize—if not, why better luck to-morrow.
And boughs like billows sweep,
We join the merry chorus,
And fill the flagon deep.
The morning hears our rifles
Within the hollow glen,
And heavy is the golden prize
Which glads our dauntless men:
The stag that leapt at sunrise
Provides whereon to dine,
And purple in the goblet
Springs up the laughing wine.
Hurrah!
Thus gaily in the olden spot we live without a sorrow,
To-day we gain a prize—if not, why better luck to-morrow.
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