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IV. 



With foaming tusk and fiery eye, 



Indigrfant undismayed, 

 Regardless of the shock of steel, 



The foe now meets the blade. 

 What headlong strength can e'er withstand 



Yon well-directed thrust ? 

 One moment's space he reels he falls, 



He's level with the dust ! 

 'Twas thus, etc. 



V. 



Then let not sage or moralist 



Our much-loved sport decry ; 

 We claim a warrant for the fame 



From all antiquity. 

 'Twas thus that Melaeger's prowess 



In the chase was tried ; 

 'Twas thus Ascanius' youth was fired ; 

 'Twas thus Adonis died ! 



Then thus we'll pass the merry time, 



Nor think of care or woe, 

 In the days when we go hog-hunting, 



Now as in days of yore ; 

 In the days when we go hog-hunting, 

 Now as in days of yore. 



