The Phantom Wood
The woods are deep, and still resoundwith trumpet blasts and calls of hound.The huntsman’s quarry, stag and fox,elude his chase through rills and rocks. There! A wolf crawls from his lair,out for the deer, he…
The woods are deep, and still resoundwith trumpet blasts and calls of hound.The huntsman’s quarry, stag and fox,elude his chase through rills and rocks. There! A wolf crawls from his lair,out for the deer, he…
THE HOUNDS TO THE VILLAGE WILL COME What a fine hunting day and balmy as May And the hounds to the village will come Every friend will be there and all trouble and care Will…
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