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Bright Chanticlear proclaims the dawn,
 * And spangles deck the thorn,

The lowling herds now quit the lawn,
 * The lark springs from the corn;

Dogs, huntsmen, round the window throng
 * Fleet Towler leads the cry;

Arise the burden of my song,
 * This day a stag must die.


 * With a hey, ho, chevy,
 * Hark forward, hark forward, tantivy,
 * Hark, hark, tantivy,
 * This day a stag must die.

The cordial takes its merry round,
 * The laugh and joke prevail,

The huntsman blows a jovial sound,
 * The dogs snuff up the gale;

The upland winds they sweep along
 * O'er fields, through brakes they fly,

The game is roused, too true the song,
 * This day a stag must die.