HUNTING SONGS 



IX 



"To the counsel convey'd in these motherly words 

 Give heed, and I trust you will all be good birds ; 

 I give you my blessing and bid you begone, 

 So away to the Ball with you, every one." 



On the Proposed Division oj the 

 Cheshire Country 

 1865 



FARMER DOBBIN AGAIN, OR, IT WONNA DO 



I 



FARMER DOBBIN ! you've heerd talk of him 

 afore now, 

 (My woif ou's a-nursing at whoam a nesh cow). 

 So a sope o' good woin wi' you green-collar gents, 

 While I spake up moi mind, and I hope no offence. 



II 

 T'other day Maister Fair and moisel had a chat, 

 " Farmer Dobbin," says he, " do ye know what 



they're at ? " 

 " No," says I. " Well," says he, " I have heerd a 



strange tale : 

 They're for starting a new pack o' dogs in the Vale." 



Ill 



That's a fou nut to crack, if it beant spoke in jest. 

 It be worse boi the half than this forrin cow-pest ; 

 SoOithoug't Oi'dmake bowdjust to step up to-noight, 

 And to tell you moisel that that cock wonna fight. 

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