Hunting Song. From Zapolya lyrics

Up, up! ye dames, and lasses gay!
To the meadows trip away.
'Tis you must tend the flocks this morn,
And scare the small birds from the corn.
       &nbspNot a soul at home may stay:
       &nbsp       &nbspFor the shepherds must go
       &nbsp       &nbspWith lance and bow
       &nbspTo hunt the wolf in the woods to-day.


Leave the hearth and leave the house
To the cricket and the mouse:
Find grannam out a sunny seat.
With babe and lambkin at her feet.
       &nbspNot a soul at home may stay:
       &nbsp       &nbspFor the shepherds must go
       &nbsp       &nbspWith lance and bow
       &nbspTo hunt the wolf in the woods to-day.