Some love to roam.
[Poetry by C. Mackay. Music by Henry Russell.]
Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam,
Where the shrill winds whistle free;
But a chosen band, in a mountain land,
And a life in the woods for me.
When morning beams o'er the mountain streams,
Oh! merrily forth we go,
To follow the stag to his slippery crag,
And to chase the bounding roe.—Ho! ho! ho! ho!
Some love to roam, &c.
The deer we mark in the forest dark,
And the prowling wolf we track;
And for right good cheer, in the wild woods here,
Oh! why should a hunter lack?
For with steady aim at the bounding game,
And hearts that fear no foe,
To the darksome glade, in the forest shade,
Oh! merrily forth we go.—Ho! ho! ho! ho!
Some love to roam, &c.