HUNTING SONGS 



VII 



" You will find in the field a whole ton of lost 



shoes." — 

 A credulous blacksmith, believing the news, 

 Thought his fortune were made if he walk'd o'er the 



ground ; — 

 He lost a day's work, but he ne'er a shoe found ! 

 We are all of us tailors in turn. 



VIII 



What deeds would one hero have done on his Grey, 

 Who was nowhere at all on his Chestnut to-day ! 

 All join in the laugh when a braggart is beat, 

 And that jest is lov'd best which is aim'd at conceit. 

 We are all of us tailors in turn. 



IX 



Good fellows there are, unpretending and slow, 

 Who can ne'er be thrown out, for they ne'er mean 



to go ; 

 But, when the run's over, these oftentimes tell 

 The story far better than they who went well. 



We are all of us tailors in turn. 



X 



How trifling a cause will oft lose us a run ! 

 From the find to the finish how few see the fun ! 

 A mischance, it is call'd, when we come to a halt ; 

 I ne'er heard of one who confess'd it a fault. 



Yet we're all of us tailors in turn. 

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