HUNTING SONGS 



II 



O ! is it not — O ! is it not — a spirit-stirring sound, 

 The eager notes from tuneful throats that tell a fox 



is found ? 

 O ! is it not — O ! is it not — a pleasant sight to see 

 The chequer'd pack, tan, white, and black, fly 



scudding o'er the lea ? 



Chorus. 



Ill 



How keen their emulation in the bustle of the 



burst. 

 When side by side the foremost ride, each struggling 



to be first ; 

 Intent on that sweet music which in front delights 



their ear. 

 The sobbing loud of the panting crowd they heed 



not in the rear. 



Chorus. 



IV 



The field to all is open, whether clad in black or 

 red. 



O'er rail and gate the feather-weight may thrust his 

 thorough-bred ; 



While heavier men, well mounted, though not fore- 

 most in the fray. 



If quick to start and stout of heart, need not be far 



away. 



Chorus. 



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