TRACY DE VORE AND HUBERT GREY.
Never so joyful is Hubert's shout
As when his eagle eyes look out,
And spy afar in the plain below,
Young Tracy's cap, with its plume of snow.
As when his eagle eyes look out,
And spy afar in the plain below,
Young Tracy's cap, with its plume of snow.
Never so glad is Tracy de Vore.
As when he can steal away
From his father's watchful, doting care,
To rove with Hubert Grey.
As when he can steal away
From his father's watchful, doting care,
To rove with Hubert Grey.
And now, at the waterfall, side by side,
Stand the Herdsman's son and the Baron's pride.
The summer beams are falling there
On the mountain boy and the noble heir.
Time flies on; a year has sped,
And summer comes again;
The sun is shining warm and bright,
O'er forest, hill, and plain.
Stand the Herdsman's son and the Baron's pride.
The summer beams are falling there
On the mountain boy and the noble heir.
Time flies on; a year has sped,
And summer comes again;
The sun is shining warm and bright,
O'er forest, hill, and plain.
But never again will Tracy de Vore
Stroll from the castle wall,
To play with the one he loves the best,
By the mountain waterfall.
Stroll from the castle wall,
To play with the one he loves the best,
By the mountain waterfall.
There's silence in the mansion now:
Loud mirth is turned to sighing;
The Baron weeps, the vassals mourn;
For the noble heir is dying!
Loud mirth is turned to sighing;
The Baron weeps, the vassals mourn;
For the noble heir is dying!
Look on the lip that so sweetly smiled,
The cheek that was freshly fair;
Oh, cruelly sad is the tale they tell!
Consumption revels there.
The cheek that was freshly fair;
Oh, cruelly sad is the tale they tell!
Consumption revels there.
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