TARPORLEY HUNT SONG 



II 



Though scarlet in colour our clothing, 



Our collars though green in their hue, 

 The red cap of liberty loathing. 



Each man is at heart a True Blue ; 

 Through life 'tis our sworn resolution, 



To stick to the pig-skin and throne ; 

 We are all for a good constitution. 



Each man taking care of his own. 



Ill 



Though the Sailor, who rides on the ocean. 



With cheers may encounter the foe ; 

 Wind and steam, what are they to horse motion ? 



Sea cheers, to a land Tally-ho ? 

 The canvas, the screw, and the paddle 



The speed of a thorough-bred lack. 

 When fast in the fox-hunting saddle 



We gallop astern of the pack. 



IV 



Qussitum, that standard of merit, 



Where each his true level may know. 

 Checks pride in the haughty of spirit, 



Emboldens the timid and slow ; 

 The liquor that sparkles before us. 



The dumb when they drink it can speak. 

 While the deaf in the roar of our chorus 



A cure for their malady seek. 



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