INDIAN SPORTING SONGS. 305 



'TIS THE BOAR, 



Tune 1 C'est L' Amour.' 



I. 

 'Tis the boar, the grim grey boar, 



The boar with the foamy tusk, 

 That bursts o'er hills at ' the pace that kills,' 



From dewy morn till dusk 

 That leads the throng of the chase along, 



With their spurs all dashed with gore, 

 And tries the speed of the fleetest steed 



Who ne'er was tried before. 

 And it's hey ! over the jungle plain, 



With the tall spears glancing bright, 

 And it's hey ! over the mountain top 



Morning, noon, or night ! 



'Tis the boar, etc. 



II. 



And what can make the spouse forsake 



The blush of his blooming bride, 

 And leave the bliss of smile and kiss 



For the joys of the jungle side ! 

 And oh ! what lures the wise and brave 



From their tomes of learned lore, 

 The toils and the care of the chase to dare, 



As bold ones dared of yore ? 

 'Tis the boar, etc. 



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