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A HUNTING SONG. 



Air " The Lincolnshire Poacher? 



I AM a jovial Sportsman, as every man should be, 

 A hunting life and a country life is just the life for me : 

 Our horses and our hounds are such no other clime can show, 

 For 'tis their delight in the foremost flight with a fox afoot 

 to go. 



We are such hardy fellows we never fear a fall, 

 But boldly face the fence or gate, the spreading brook or wall ; 

 For those who crane or seek a lane we hold as shy and slow, 

 And will ne'er delight in the, foremost flight with trumps like 

 us to go. 



And now we greet the well-known Meet, we quickly leave 

 the hack, 



And jump upon our hunter, who is waiting with the pack : 



Then crashing through the covert both the hounds and hunts- 

 man go 



Oh ! it's their delight in the foremost flight to tell Pug he 

 must show. 



Hark ! there I hear a challenge it is old Music's note 

 A chorus joins what joyous sounds now on the breezes float ! 

 " Hark forward ! " cries the Whip, for he has heard the 



huntsman's blow ; 

 They'll soon be right in the foremost flight to show how they 



can go. 



