HUNTING SONGS 



"Tar po?' Icy Hunt Song 

 1859 



NAMES, honour'd of old, on our Club-book 

 enroll'd. 

 It were shame should their successors slight 'em, 

 They who Horace could quote, and who first of 



all wrote 

 On our Tarporley glasses " Quassitum '' ; 

 O, famous Quassitum ! 

 Famous in story Quaesitum ! 

 There has pass'd very nigh a full century by 

 Since our fathers first filled a Qussitum. 



II 



Old Bacchus so jolly, who hates melancholy. 

 Our founders, how can he requite 'em ? 

 From the land of the vine let the best of his wine 

 Be reserv'd to o'erflow the Qussitum ; 



O, famous Qussitum ! 



Jolly Bacchus, fill up the QujEsitum ! 

 Whether claret or port, it must be the best sort, 

 If it fit be to fill a Quassitum. 



Ill 



The goblet, methinks, from which Jupiter drinks. 

 With thunder-cheer ter repetitum. 

 Since when Juno was gone he turn'd into the Swan, 

 Should be chang'd for a crystal Quaesitum ; 



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