HUNTING SONGS 



Hawkstone 'Bow-Meefing 



" Celeri certare sagitta 

 Invitat qui forte velint, et praemia ponit." 



£.K. lib. V. 



FAREWELL to the Dane and the Weaver, 

 Farewell to the horn and the hound ! 

 The Tarporley Swan, I must leave her 

 Unsung till the season come round ; 

 My hunting-whip hung in a corner. 



My bridle and saddle below, 

 I call on the Muse and adorn her 



With baldrick, and quiver, and bow. 



II 



Bright Goddess ! assist me, recounting 



The names of toxophilites here. 

 How Watkin came down from the mountain, 



And Mainwaring up from the Mere ; 

 Assist me to fly with as many on 



As the steed of Parnassus can take. 

 Price, Parker, Lloyd, Kynaston, Kenyon, 



Dod, Cunliffe, Brooke, Owen and Drake. 



Ill 



To witness the feats of the Bowmen, 



To stare at the tent of the Bey,' 

 Merrie Maidens and ale-drinking Yeomen 



At Hawkstone assemble to-day. 



* Note 34. 

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