A HUNTING SONG 279 



He 's forced now thorow the woods for to fly 

 Tho' nothing can save him between the earth and the sky 

 Of all pleasures 



Hark ! tally hark ! out of cover they all break 

 And tell you the fox they ever will seek 

 They surely will run him until that he did 

 Unless some kind earth save him in his way 

 Of all pleasures 



The fox now panting sees he must die 



The hounds with their ingoys resound to the sky 



There 's Stately and Empress the earth scarce touch with the 



feet 

 There 's Chasir and Trimmer all together as fleet 



Of all pleasures 



Triumph and Driver now push to head the whole pack 

 Whipster being stole his place for to take 

 I think such rascally treatment as these 

 Should be reproach'd by all those who seek for to please 

 Of all pleasures 



Bold Reynard now finding his speed will not do 

 Betakes to the woods the hounds may not him pursue 

 But the hounds as at first to the cover they fly 

 And swear old Reynard in the field of honour shall die 

 Of all pleasures 



There's Trimbush and Chirrup and others as good 

 Ralley Cleanly and Comfort drives on thorow the wood 

 Emperor and Conqueror will never him forsake 

 But drives on full speed thorow every breake 

 Of all pleasures 



Old Reynard finding the cover can't save him 

 Lurkes on for the earth that us'd to preserve him 

 But Smiler he sees him and soon overtake 

 And poor Reynard his exit in the field of honour doth make 

 Of all pleasures 



The hounds how eager to enjoy their reward 

 The huntsman as eager checks them with a word 

 He beheads old Reynard and takes off his brush 

 And to the hounds gives his karcass a toss 

 Of all pleasures 



