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bolted into the deftly handled noose, the one 1 was 

 holding had apparently died from strangulation by 

 my whip. I was very much concerned at having, 

 as I thought, killed a fox, and loosing the whip, 

 held him up by the back of the neck. The eyes 

 were closed, the jaws gaped, and the body hung 

 limply down from my hand ; every appearance of 

 death was there. I laid him down on the ground, 

 as I thought, a corpse, but the instant I let go of his 

 neck, he jumped up and dashed off into the covert! 



/. Otho Paget. 



When Bucks a-Hunting Go <^ o 



HOW sweet is the horn that sounds in the morn 

 When bucks a-hunting go, 

 When bucks a-hunting go. 



While all my fancy dwells upon Nancy, 

 I'll sing tally-ho ! 



The Fox jumpM over the gate so high, 



And the hounds all after him go. 

 The hounds all after him go. 



While all my fancy dwells upon Nancy, 

 I'll sing tally-ho ! 



How happy is my wife and I, 



When that we homeward go. 

 When that we homeward go. 



While all my fancy dwells upon Nancy, 

 I'll sing tally-ho ! 



Now since it's so let's merry be. 

 We will drink before we go. 

 We will drink before we go. 



While all my fancy dwells upon Nancy, 

 I'll sing tally-ho ! 



Old Ballad. 



