HUNTING SONGS 



XV 



" I seed the 'ounds a-crossing Fanner Flareup's 



boundary loin. 

 Whose daughter plays the peany an' drinks whoit 



sherry woin, 

 Gowd rings upon her finger and silk stockings on her 



feet ; 

 Says I, ' It won't do him no harm to roid across his 



wheat.' 



XVI 



" So, toightly houdin on by th' yed, I hits th'owd 



mare a whop, 

 Hoo plumps into the middle o' the wheatfield neck 



an' crop ; 

 And when hoo floinder'd out on it I catch'd another 



spin. 

 An', missis, that's the cagion o' the blood upo' my 



chin. 



XVII 



" I never oss'd another lep, but kep the lane, an 



then 

 In twenty minutes' toini about they turn'd toart me 



agen ; 

 The fox was foinly daggled, an' the tits aw out o' 



breath. 

 When they kilt him in the open, an' owd Dobbin 



seed the death. 



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