THE LITTLE RED ROVER 



Qssitum meritis ! 

 Good fun how rare it is ! 

 I know not where it is, 

 Save at the Swan. 



The Liuk Red Rover 



THE dewdrop is clinging 

 To whin-bush and brake, 

 The skylark is singing 



" Merrie hunters, awake ; " 

 Home to the cover, 



Deserted by night. 

 The Little Red Rover 

 Is bending his flight. 



II 

 Resounds the glad hollo ; 



The pack scents the prey ; 

 Man and horse follow 



Away ! Hark, away ! 

 Away ! never fearing. 



Ne'er slacken your pace : 

 What music so cheering 



As that of the chase ? 



Ill 

 The Rover still speeding. 



Still distant from home, 

 Spurr'd flanks are bleeding. 



And cover'd with foam ; 



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