HUNTING SONGS 



\ V 



Let the Laureate, ere yet he be laid on the shelf, 

 Say how dearly he lov'd the diversion himself; 

 How his Muse o'er the field made each season a 



cast, 

 Gave a cheer to the foremost, and rated the last. 



VI 



All the glories of Belvoir let Delamere tell, 



And how Leicestershire griev'd when he bade them 



farewell ; 

 Tell how oft with the Quorn he had liv'd through a 



burst 

 When the few were selected, the many dispers'd. 



VII 



With so graceful a seat, and with spirits so gay. 

 Let them learn from Sir Richard, erect on his 



grey, 

 How the best of all cures for a pain in the back 

 Is to sit on the pigskin and follow the pack. 



VIII 



Say, Glegg, how the chace requir'd judgment and 



skill. 

 How to coax a tir'd horse over valley and hill ; 

 How his shoe should be shap'd, how to nurse him 



when sick, 

 And when out how to spare him by making a 



nick. 

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