1820] MR. WOOLEY'S HUNTING SONG. 6J> 



Let the glass aid the song, while those pleasures I trace, 

 Those enlivening joys which arise from the chase. 

 Tallio, Tallio, 

 May the Warwickshire hounds ever gallantly go. 



II. 

 A southerly wind, and light clouds in the sky. 

 The air mild and fresh, nerves and spirits all high, 



Tallio, Tallio, to the cover we go ! 

 Hark ! " Bachelor's "* speaking, by Heavens, 'tis good. 

 Get forward, and cheer them well out of the wood. 

 Tallio, Tallio, &c. 

 See the Warwickshire hounds how they gallantly go. 



III. 



Erect in his stirrups, with listening eye. 



See "the Peer,'" how he's catching old " Bachelor's" cry, 



Tallio, Tallio, all seem anxious to go. 

 Eestrain your wild ardour, as yet within bounds, 

 And learn to ride after, not over the hounds. 

 Tallio, Tallio, &c. 



IV. 



With eye beaming cunning, and light tripping pace. 

 See the fox steals away, hear the pack in full chase, 



Tallio, Tallio, how they gallantly go. 

 Hold hard for a moment, and give them fair play, 

 You'll want your top speed if they once get away. 

 Tallio, Tallio, &c. 



V. 



Now, some fairly mounted go striding along, 

 Wliile others hard labour with bit, steel, and thong, 



Tallio, Tallio, how they struggle to go. 

 " Hold hard ! " is the cry, but I shrewdly susj^ect 

 Not the hounds, but some horses are brought to a check, 

 Tallio, Tallio, &c. 



Yon fence seems a tickler, get on to the charge. 



The turf's sound and good, though the ditch may be large, 



Tallio, Tallio, get forward. Sir, go. 

 One tops it, one balks it, and craning turns round, 

 A third scraml)ling and blund'riug falls crack to the ground. 

 Tallio, Tallio, &c. 



* Bachelor. — This hound was presented to Lord Middletou by Mr. Musters, and was 

 hunted with the pack for three or four years, and then returned to his former owner. 

 He was a good cold hunter, and his Lordship was very partial of him. 



