HUNTING SONGS 



II 

 Held by Diana in due estimation, 



Bedeck with a gorse-flower the goddess's shrine ; 

 Throughout the wide range of this blooming creation, 



It has but one rival, and that one the vine. 

 Pluck me then, Bacchus, a cluster, and, squeezing it. 



Pour the red juice till the goblet o'erflows ; 

 Then in the joy of my heart, will I, seizing it. 



Drink to the land where this Evergreen grows. ^ 



Cheshire yumpers ^ 



IASK'D in much amazement, as I took my 

 morning ride, 

 " What means this monster meeting, that collects at 



Highwayside ? 

 Who are ye ? and what strange event this gathering 



crowd excites } 

 Are ye scarlet men of Babylon, or mounted Mor- 

 mon ites t " 



II 



A bearded man on horseback answered blandly with 



a smile, — 

 " Good Sir, no Canters are we, though we canter 



many a mile ; 

 Nor will you find a Ranter here amongst our merry 



crew, 

 Though if you seek a Roarer, there may chance be 



one or two. 



^ Note 41. ^ Note 42. 



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