Hunting Song

As I did travel all on a journey Over the wayside and under a dark moon Hanging above a mountain I spied a young man riding a fine horse Chasing a white hart and all through the woodland There go the hunting and cries And there followed after ten kin

Hunting is going on We are a part of the wilderness Hunting is going on Only the fast will survive In the forest we prowl Looking hard for deers Hunger croaks in our stomaches Our eyes like the wolves We run after meat as the possessed And we kill wi