HUNTING SONGS 



VIII 



To their sweethearts let our bachelors a sparkling 



bumper fill. 

 To their wives let those who have 'em fill a fuller 



bumper still ; 

 O ! never while we've health, boys, may we quit 



this gallant ship, 

 But every year, together here, enjoy this pleasure 



trip. 



Chorus. 



IX 



Behind me stands my ancestor. Sir Peter stands 



before. 

 Two pilots who have weather'd many a stormy night 



of yore ; 

 So may our sons and grandsons, when we are dead 



and gone, 

 Spend many a merry night, boys, in the cabin of the 



Swan. 



Chorus 



Then up, boys ! up for action, with a hearty three 



times three, 

 What tars are half so jolly as the tars of Tarporley ? 



1845. 



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