HUNTING SONGS 



" Friends, gentlemen, foxhunters, pray now. 

 Hold hard, let 'em make their own cast, 



Oh ! shame, if for lack of fair play now. 

 Hard run they should lose him at last." 



'Tis but for a moment we tarry. 



Away ! they have hit it anew ; 

 And we know by the head they now carry. 



Ere long they will have him in view. 

 See ! Soldier prepared for the brunt. 



Hark ! Champion's challenge I hear ; 

 While Victory leads them in front. 



And Havock pursues in the rear. 



XI 



More eager for blood at each stroke, 



See Vengeance and Vulpicide rush ; 

 Poor Reynard, he thinks it no joke. 



Hearing Joker so close at his brush. 

 When ended, half mad with the skurry, 



Charlie flings on the saddle his rein ; ^ 

 First dances, then shouts, " Worry ! worry ! " 



Then shouts and then dances again. 



1830. 



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