INDIAN SPORTING SONGS. 311 



ITT. 

 When age hath weakened manhood's powers, 



And every nerve unbraced, 

 Those scenes of joy will still be ours, 



On mem'ry's tablets traced, 

 When with the friends whom death hath spared, 



When youth's career is run, 

 We'll talk of the chases we have shared, 

 And the tushes we have won. 



Then pledge the boar, etc. 



S. Y. 8.* 



SONG. 



Air * The Days when we went Gipsying.' 



I. 

 In the days when we went hog-hunting, 



A long time ago, 

 With every hunter clad aright, 



We made a goodly show. 

 We scorned the suit of russet brown, 



Likewise of Lincoln green, 



* The author writing under the initials of S. Y. S. was Cap- 

 tain Morris, of the 9th Bombay Native Infantry, a well-known 

 Indian sportsman. He succeeded the world-famed and chival- 

 rous James Outram in command of the JBheel Corps and may 

 certainly be termed the poet-laureate of Indian sport. 



