Hunting Song

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

1772 to 1834

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Up, up! ye dames, and lasses gay!
To the meadows trip away.
'Tis you must tend the flocks this morn,
And scare the small birds from the corn.
  Not a soul at home may stay:
   For the shepherds must go
   With lance and bow
 To hunt the wolf in the woods today.

Leave the hearth and leave the house
To the cricket and the mouse:
Find grannam out a sunny seat,
With babe and lambkin at her feet.
Not a soul at home may stay:

    For the shepherds must go
    With lance and bow
  To hunt the wolf in the woods today.