Of better hunting-habit
I never have been told.
In tunic of black velvet
there was he to behold;
A riding-cap of sable,
handsome enough, he wore;
Ay, and what broider’d fillets
he on his quiver bore!
Of better hunting-habit
I never have been told.
In tunic of black velvet
there was he to behold;
A riding-cap of sable,
handsome enough, he wore;
Ay, and what broider’d fillets
he on his quiver bore!