114 ^lt( Care. 



But a cure I will tell 



Grim old care to dispel, 

 An infallible remedy ever ; 



A fox hunting run 



Puts a stop to his fun, 

 And his partnership quickly doth sever 



The fox from the covert's seen stealing, 

 And a holloa proclaims he's away ; 



Then, pray, where is old care ? 



Surely left in despair ! 

 He's supplanted by pleasure to-day, 

 And happy, not sad, we are feeling. 



Then a cure I will tell, etc. 



The pack o'er the pastures is sailing, 

 And the fences are high ones and strong ; 



The pace is, I declare. 



Far too good for grim care, 

 And poor Reynard cannot stand it long ; 

 The '' field " is indeed greatly tailing ! 

 But a cure I will tell, etc. 



**\Vhoo hoop" is a sound grateful very 



To many a stayer and jumper. 

 And of those who are there 

 We don't number black care. 



So here's to fox hunting a bumper ; 



No pastime's so healthful and merry. 



