294 SONG. 



The Harcarrah comes smiling-, good news to convey ; 

 He has found out their grooting and haunts, I dare say. 



Tally ho ! &c. &c. 



And reports there are hogs in every cover, 

 The marks of old boars he cou'd plainly discover. 



Hie Tally ho ! &c. &c. 



Come haste, my brave boys- let's away to thejeel, 

 And we'll try the thick covers on th' side of the hill. 



Tally ho ! &c. &c. 



If there's hogs in the country they'll surely be there, 

 And the hunter who fears them shou'd keep in the rear. 



Hie Tally ho! &c. &c. 



See already Vanrennon is twirling his cap, 



A Bahauder has started, I'll swear, exclaims Pat ! 



Tally ho ! &c. &c. 



Push on, brother sportsmen come spur on your nags, 

 And the D-v-1 take him who intention' ly lags. 



Hie Tally ho ! &c. &c. 



He slackens his running will soon be at bay ! 

 For his tusks he is grinding to give us some play. 



Tally ho ! &c. &c. 



A thick jungle is near him, strait for it he bears, 

 Dash at him, bold hunters deliver your spears. 



Hie Tally ho! &c. &c. 



I have done him at last, cries Paddy O'Donnel, 



For the spear which I've thrown has stuck in his noddle. 



Tally ho! &c. &c. 



As he's dying, my lads, let's go back to the kate, 

 Beat about for another before it's too late. 



Hie Tally ho! &c. &c. 



