The Sentimental Songster/Hunting Chorus

HUNTING CHORUS.

What equals on earth the delight of the huntsman
For whom does life’s cup more enchantingly flow?
To follow the stag thro’ the forest and meadows,
When brightly the beams of the morning first glow.

Oh! this is a pleasure that's worthy of princes,
And health in its wanderings can ever be found.
When echoing caverns and forests surround us,
More bythely the pledge of the goblet will sound.
Hark, follow, &c.

The light of Diana illumines our forests,
The shades where in summer we often retreat,
Nor is then the fell wolf in his covert securest,
The boar from his lair is laid at our feet.
O! this is a pleasure, &c.