TARPORLEY HUNT SONG 



O, famous Qussitum ! 



Fit for Olympus, Qussitum ! 

 Cup-bearer Hebe, how happy would she be 

 With nectar to fill a Quxsitum. 



IV 



Those who dar'd with rude eye at Diana to 



spy, 



She unkennel'd her pack to affright 'em ; 



She who smiles with delight on our banquet to- 

 night, 



Bids us fill to the chace a Qussitum ; 

 Fill, fill the Quaesitum ! 

 To the heart-stirring chace a Qussitum ; 



She who sheds her bright beam upon fountain and 

 stream 



With her smile shall make bright the Qussitum. 



One bumper still let all fox-hunters fill, 



'Tis a toast that will fondly excite 'em, 



Since the brave can alone claim the fair as their 



own, 

 Let us drink to our loves a Quassitum ; 

 Fill, fill the Quassitum ! 

 A glowing o'erflowing Quaesitum ! 

 From Beauty's sweet lip he who kisses would 



sip, 

 With his own must first kiss the Quaesitum. 



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