The Mountain Bugle
The Music of this Song is Published by Geo. Willig, Jr., Baltimore.
The Mountain Bugle.
Cheerily thy bugle sounds,
When home returning o’er the lake;
Merrily my bosom bounds.
As each clear swell bids echo wake.
Joyously I wing the note,
To tell thee that thy hunter’s near;
Merrily I speed my boat,
Towards the home by thee made dear.
Fearlessly thy footsteps roam,
Where snows hang on the dizzy steep;
Driving from its rocky home,
The echo of the hollow deep.
Merrily the wild stag bounds,
Until he feels the hunter’ spear:
Cheerily the glen resounds,
With chorus and the hunter’s cheer
Dearest, for thee, &c.