SONG OF THE BOAR. 229 



THE BOAE. 



The boar, the mighty boar's my theme, 



Whate'er the wise may say 

 My morning thought, my midnight dream, 



My hope throughout the day ; 

 Youth's daring spirit, manhood's fire, 



Firm hand and eagle eye, 

 Must they acquire who dare aspire 



To see the wild boar die ! 



CHORUS. 

 Then pledge the boar, the mighty boar, 



Fill high the cup for me, 

 Here's luck to all who fear no fall, 



And the next gray boar we see. 



We envy not the rich their wealth, 



Nor kings their crowned career ; 

 The saddle is our throne of health, 



Our sceptre is the spear. 

 We rival, too, the warrior's pride, 



Deep stained with crimson gore ; 

 For our field of fame's the jungle side, 



And our foe the jungle boar. 



Chorus Then pledge the boar, &c. 



When age hath weakened manhood's powers, 



And every nerve unbraced, 

 These scenes of joy will still be onrs, 



On memory's tablet traced; 

 And with the friends whom death hath spared, 



When youth's wild course is run, 

 We'll tell of the dangers we have shared, 



And the tushes that we have won. 



Chorus Then pledge the boar, &o. 



