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Hark! the hollow woods resounding,

With the joyful hunters' cry;

See the stag o'er hedges bounding,

Now proclaims that they are nigh.

Now the hounds the stag approaching,

Now the huntsmen doth appear;

On his swiftness they're approaching,

He distracted runs with fear.

Now the stag himself defending

With his antlers, but in vain—

For his trembling limbs are bending,

Weakened with distracting pain.