Notable Runs 53 



Hunting Song ^> ^^:> >:^> 



I 



OF all the recreations with which mortal man 

 is blest, 

 Go where he will, fox-hunting still is pleasantest 



and best ; 

 The hunter knows no sorrow here, the cup of life 



to him 

 A bumper bright of fresh delight filled sparkling to 

 the brim. 



Chorus. 



Away, away we go 

 With a tally, tally-ho, 

 With a tally, tally, tally, tally, tally, tally ho ! 



2 

 O ! is it not — O ! is it not — a spirit-stirring sound. 

 The eager notes from tuneful throats that tell a fox 



is found ? 

 O ! is it not — O ! is it not — a pleasant sight to see 

 The chequer'd pack, tan, white, and black, fly 



scudding o'er the lea ? 



Chorus. 



3 



How keen their emulation in the bustle of the burst, 

 When side by side the foremost ride, each struggling 



to be first ; 

 Intent on that sweet music which in front delights 



their ear. 

 The sobbing loud of the panting crowd they heed 



not in the rear. 



Chorus. 



