314 SHIKAR SKETCHES. 



KURRAMORE. 

 i. 



You ask me for a song ; 



To refuse you would be wrong, 



So of pig-sticking I'll sing once more : 

 A break in the monsoon 

 Had dispelled the season's gloom, 



Though the clouds still at intervals would pour ; 

 So to Joe I said one morning, 

 < Both wind and weather scorning, 



Let's go and have a beat for a boar.' 



II. 



Said Joe, I'd have much pleasure, 

 But I really haven't leisure ;' 



(And, turning on his bed, he gave a snore,) 

 ' I'd like to go shikarin', 

 But you know the rains we are in ; 



And the country's such a swamp what a bore !' 



ill. 



I found it was in vain 

 To arouse my friend again, 



For a drowsy appearance he bore ; 

 Though my very heart was beating 

 With the hopes I had of meeting 



With such sport as I'd enjoyed before. 



