HUNTING SONGS 



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He lock'd all the gates, and he wir'd all the gaps. 

 And the woods were all plan ted wi th spikes andsteel traps ; 

 No more the earth-stoppers were dragg'd their warm 



beds off. 

 The nags in the stable stood eating their heads off; 

 Such a terrible man was Count Warnoff ! 

 Little children grew pale 

 As their nurse told the tale 

 Of this terrible ogre, Count Warnoff ! 



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Cheer up, my good fellows. Count Warnoff is gone ! 

 Gone back to the banks of the Volga and Don ; 

 He may warn us, and welcome, from off his own snow. 

 From the land where no fox-hunter wishes to go ; 

 But to bother our pack 

 May he never come back 

 To this peaceable county. Count Warnoff ! 

 1857. 



Le Gros- Veneur 



SUNG AT THE TARPORLEY HUNT MEETING, 

 NOVEMBER 1 858 



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A MIGHTY great hunter in deed and in name 

 To our shirelong ago with the Conqueror came; 

 A-hunting he went with his bugle and bow, 

 And he shouted in Normandy-French " Tally-Ho ! " 

 'The man we now place at the head of our Chace 

 Can his pedigree trace from Le Gros-Veneur ; 

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