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Stags in the forest lie, hares in the valley O ! 

 Web-footed otters are speared in the lochs ! 

 Beasts of the chase that are not worth a tally-ho ! 

 All are surpassed by the gorse-cover fox. 



Fishing, though pleasant, 



I sing not at present, 



Nor shooting the pheasant, 



Nor fighting of cocks ; 



Song shall declare a way 



How to drive care away, 

 Hunting the fox ! 



^HE fox-hunter loves the morning with 



a cloudy sky and a touch of east in 



the wind, and, luckily for him, he lives in 



a land where he can get it. From Novem- 



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