INDIAN SPORTING SONGS. 299 



THE MIDNIGHT BOAR. 



Tune ' The Glass is Sparkling on the Board.' 

 I. 



No more of daring deeds by day 



The song shall pass my lips ; 

 The chase beneath the moon's bright ray 

 Doth every sport eclipse. 

 When o'er the stream 

 The silver gleam 

 Hath spread from shore to shore, 

 With spear in hand 

 We firmly stand 

 To meet the Midnight Boar. 



II. 



Oh ! deep we'll drain the brimming bowl 



To toast that jungle glen, 

 When forth like some grey ghost there stole 

 The monster from his den. 



His dark brown eye 



Hath watched the sky 

 For the cloud that's passing o'er ; 



While spear in hand 



We sternly stand 

 To meet the Midnight Boar. 



