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THE GALLAKT LITTLE GEEY. 



I've got as good a little horse as ever you did see, 

 So well he lifts his foreleg up, so nice he bends his knee ; 

 His action high, his quarters good, and such a depth of girt. 

 And a rattling pair of hocks and thighs to lift him 

 through the dirt. 



My gallant little hunter, 



My dashing little grey ! 



Now see him at the covert side with snaffle bridle on, 

 "While other horses chafe and fret, how quietly he'll 



stand ; 

 And when the hounds have found their fox, and settled 



to him steady, 

 He'll champ his bit and shake his head to show you he 

 is ready. 



My gallant little hunter, 

 My dashing little grey ! 



Five minutes more are over, there's a halloo "gone 



away !" 

 The scent is good, the pace first-rate, there is no time 



to stay : 

 The scent is good, and up yon hill I'll venture any bet 

 The cocktails will be sobbing, and the sweUs all in a fret 

 At my gallant little hunter, 

 My dashing little grey ! 



Now twenty minutes past and gone, the sweUs begin to 



crane 

 At a great high stile upon a bank, and a drop into a lane. 

 My little nag can stand and jump, which oft saves me a 



burst, 

 And now but two are with the hounds, and now, by 

 Jove, I'm first 



On my dashing little hunter, 

 My gallant little grey ! 



