TARPORLEY HUNT 



Tar parley Hu?it^ 1^33 



A 1 /HEN without verdure the woods in November 



Then to our collars their green is transferr'd ; 

 Racing and chasing the sports of each member 

 are. 

 Come then to Tarporley booted and spurr'd ; 

 Holding together, Sir, 

 Scorning the weather, Sir, 

 Like the good leather. Sir, 



Which we put on : 

 Quaesitum meritis ! 

 Good fun how rare it is ! 

 I know not where it is. 

 Save at the Swan.^ 



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Lo ! there's a Maiden whose sweet disposition is 



Bent, like Diana's of old, on the chase ; 



Joy to that sportsman whose horse, in condition, is 



Able and willing to go the best pace ; 



Racers are sweating now, 



Owners are fretting now, 



Stable boys betting now, 



France ! ten to one : ^ 

 Quassitum meritis, &c. 



1 Note 1 8. 2 Note 19. 



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