The Forester Sings

The monk must arise when the matins ring,
The abbot may sleep to their chime ;
But the yeoman must start when the bugles sing,
'Tis time, my hearts, 'tis time.

There 's bucks and raes on Billhope braes,
There 's a herd on Shortwood Shaw ;
But a lily-white doe in the garden goes,
She 's fairly worth them a'.