HUNTING SONGS 



Let Geoffrey with smiles and with shillings restore 

 Good humour when housewives their poultry de- 

 plore, 

 Well pleas'd, for each goose on which Reynard has 



prey'd 

 To find in their pockets a golden egg laid ! 



May the sport we ensure matiy seasons endure^ 

 And the Chief of our Chace be Le Gros-Veneur ! 



VI 



Should our Chief with the toil of the senate grow 



pale, 

 The elixir of life is a ride o'er the vale ; 

 There, of health, says the song, he shall gain a new 



stock 

 " Till his pulse beats the seconds as true as a 

 clock." 

 May the sport we ensure many seasons endure. 

 And the Chief of our Chace be Le Gros-Veneur ! 



VII 



I defy Norman-dy now to send a Chasseur 

 Who can ride alongside of our own Gros-Veneur ! 

 And, couching my lance, I will challenge all France 

 To outvie the bright eye of the Lady Constance ! 



Long, long, may she grace with her presence our 

 Chace, 



The Bride and the T'ride of Le Gros-Veneur ! 



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