Labels:book | person | reckoner | sky OCR: THE FORESTER'S SONG YOu Like Act What shall we have that killed the deer His leather skin and horns to wear Then sing him home: Take thou no scorn, to wear the horn It was crest ere thou wast born: Thy father's father wore it And thy father bore it The horn. the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. SHAKESPE ARE PART No.
