Add to ORKGCheerily the bugle soundsWhen home returning o\u27er the lakeMerrily my bosom boundsAs each clear swell bids echo wakeJoyously I wing the noteTo tell thee that thy hunter\u27s nearMerrily I speed my boatTowards the home by thee made dearDearest for thee, thee onlyThese mountain wilds are sweet to meEach crag and valley lonelyIs blest because \u27tis lov\u27d by theeSound, sound, sound, soundThe merry, merry mountain hornAt evening\u27s close and morning\u27s rosy dawn Fearlessly the footsteps roamWhere snows hang on the dizzy steepDriving from its rocky homeThe echo of the hollow deep Merrily the wild stag boundsUntil he feels the hunter\u27s spearCheerily the glen resoundsWith chorus and the hunter\u27s cheer Dearest! For thee