88 RADNOR REMINISCENCES 



Will Leverton, huntsman, and Harry Brown, first 

 whipper-in, in pink, stood at the ballroom door giving out 

 the following hunting songs: 



Figure I 



WE'LL ALL GO OUT HUNTING TO-DAY 



There is but one cure for all maladies sure, 



That reacheth the heart to its core; 



'T is the sound of the horn, on a fine hunting morn, 



And where is the heart wishing more? 



It turneth the grave into gay, 



Bids sorrow to pleasure give way, 



Makes the old become young, 



And the weak become strong, 



So we'll all go out hunting to-day. 



We'll all go out hunting to-day. 



All nature looks blooming and gay; 



Let us join the glad throng 



That goes laughing along, 



For we'll all go out hunting to-day. 



Figure II 



DRINK, PUPPY, DRINK 



Here's to the fox in his earth below the rocks! 



And here's to the line that we follow. 



And here's to the hound with his nose upon the ground, 



Though merrily we whoop, and we holloa. 



Then drink, puppy, drink, and let every puppy drink, 



That is old enough to lap and to swallow. 



For he'll grow into a hound. So we'll pass the bottle round, 



And merrily we'll whoop, and we'll holloa! 



Figure III 



A SOUTHERLY WIND 



A SOUTHERLY wind and a cloudy sky 



Proclaim it a hunting morning, 



Before the sun rises away we fly. 



Dull sleep on our downing bed scorning. 



Then to horses, my brave boys, and away, 



It's a beautiful hunting morning. 



