HUNTING SONGS 



VII 



He can tame the wild young one, inspirit the old, 

 The restive, the runaw^ay, handle and hold ; 

 Sharp steel or soft-solder, which e'er does the trick, 

 It makes little matter to Hard-riding Dick. 



VIII 



Bid the chief from the Desert bring hither his 



mare. 

 To ride o'er the plain against Dick if he dare ; 

 Bring Cossack or Mexican, Spaniard or Gaul, 

 There's a Dick in our village will ride round them 



all! 



IX 



A whip is Dick's sceptre, a saddle Dick's throne. 

 And a horse is the kingdom he rules as his own ; 

 While grasping ambition encircles the earth. 

 The dominions of Dick are enclosed in a girth. 



Three ribs hath he broken, two legs, and one arm. 



But there hangs, it is said, round his neck a life- 

 charm ; 



Still long odds are offer'd that Dick, when he 

 drops. 



Will die, as he lived, in his breeches and tops, 



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