HUNTING SONGS 



We've an Eyton could prove to the Switzer/ 



Such a feat w^ere again to be done, 

 Should our host and his Lady think fit. Sir ! 



To lend us the head of their son ! 



VII 



The ash may be graceful and limber. 



The oak may be sturdy and true ; 

 You may search, but in vain, for a timber 



To rival the old British yew ! 

 You may roam through all lands, but there's no land 



Can sport such as Salop's afford. 

 And the Hill of all Hills is Sir Rowland ! 



The hero of heroes my Lord ! 

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The 'Bal/ and the battue 



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YE who care to encourage the long-feather'd 

 breed, 

 To the Ball overnight let the Battue succeed ; 

 For when the heart aches. 

 Ten to one the hand shakes. 

 And sighs beget curses, and curses mistakes. 



II 



For the shot-belt of leather, in velveteen drest, 



I have dofF'd the gold chain and laid by the silk vest, 



A pancake so flat 



Was my ball-going hat. 



But a dumpling to shoot in is better than that. 



' Note 35. 

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