HUNTING SONGS 

 On the Landlord 



OF THE WHITE HORSE INN, AT ALPNACH, 

 IN SWITZERLAND 



THE white horse by mine host has been brought 

 to the post. 

 Of his points and his pints he has reason to boast ; 

 To the guests who approach him a welcome he 



snorts. 

 While they fill up his quarters and empty his quarts. 



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Neither weak in his Hocks, nor deficient in Beaune, 

 In his Cote good condition though palpably shown, 

 There are folk, not a few, who still call him a screw ; 

 If applied to cork-drawing, the term may be true. 



Ill 



Altogether reversing the old-fashion'd plan. 



Here the horse puts a bit in the mouth of the man; 



And so long as not given to running away. 



To the roadster who enters he never says " Neigh." 



IV 



He sets him, when caught, straight to work at the 



Carte, 

 With the cost of it saddles him ere he depart, 

 Gives him three feeds a day and the run of the bin. 

 And then makes him fork out for the good of the ///// / 

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