INDIAN SPORTING SONGS. 315 



IV. 



With grief I sayr the rain 

 Had returned in floods again ; 



So my spirits were depressed, and I swore 

 Tbat, though it rained both { cats and dogs,' 

 I'd put on my hunting togs, 



And go and have a beat for a boar ! 



v. 



To my niggers' consternation, 

 I sent in an application 



For twenty days' leave or more ; 

 And, though the clouds were very dense, 

 I soon was out in tents, 



On my way to have a beat for a boar. 



VI. 



Now, when blank I drew three places, 

 And yet blanker grew the faces 



Of my servants when I came back at four ; 

 In a rage, as I'm a sinner, 

 For there was no pork for dinner, 



As I hadn't had the luck to meet a boar ! 



VII. 



To one I cried, ' You lubber, 

 You had better bring me " khubber," 

 Or else come near me no more ; 



