Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and… As in that well - remember’d night When first thy mystic braid was wo… And first my Agnes whisper’d love… Since then how often hast thou pre…

O, will you hear a knightly tale o… It was the noble Moringer in wedl… He halsed and kiss’d his dearest d… And said, ‘Now, lady of my heart,… II.

The violet in her greenwood bower, Where birchen boughs with hazel mi… May boast itself the fairest flowe… In glen, or copse, or forest dingl… Though fair her gems of azure hue,

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the… To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.

An ancient minstrel sagely said, ‘Where is the life which late we l… That motley clown in Arden wood, Whom humorous Jaques with envy vi… Not even that clown could amplify,

Introduction. The way was long, the wind was col… The Minstrel was infirm and old; His wither’d cheek, and tresses gr… Seem’d to have known a better day;

The sun is rising dimly red, The wind is wailing low and dread; From his cliff the eagle sallies, Leaves the wolf his darksome valle… In the mist the ravens hover,

Where shall the lover rest Whom the fates sever From the true maiden’s breast, Parted for ever?— Where, through groves deep and hig…

weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine! To pull the thorn thy brow to brai… And press the rue for wine. A lightsome eye, a soldier’s mien,

O listen, listen, ladies gay! No haughty feat of arms I tell; Soft is the note, and sad the lay That mourns the lovely Rosabelle. ‘Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant…

The sun upon the lake is low, The wild birds hush their song, The hills have evening’s deepest g… Yet Leonard tarries long. Now all whom varied toil and care

TO mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings; The genial call dead Nature hears… And in her glory reappears. But oh, my Country’s wintry state

Chorus Donald Caird’s come again! Donald Caird’s come again! Tell the news in brugh and glen,

The toils are pitched, and the sta… Ever sing merrily, merrily; The bows they bend, and the knives… Hunters live so cheerily. It was a stag, a stag of ten,