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When age hath weakened manhood's powers, 



And every nerve unbraced, 

 Those scenes of joy will still be ours, 



On mem'ry's tablets traced, 

 When with the friends whom death hath spared, 



When youth's career is run, 

 We'll talk of the chases we have shared, 



And the tushes we have won. 

 Then pledge the boar, etc. 



S. Y. S. 



OVER THE VALLEY, OVER THE LEVEL 





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Over the valley, over the level, 



Through the ddk jungle, ride like the devil. 



Hark ! forard a boar, away we go ! 



Sit down in your saddle and ride Tally Ho. 



He's a true-bred 'un, none of your jinking, 

 Straight across country, no time for thinking ; 

 There's a nullah in front, but a boar as well, 

 So hang the nullah, and ride like Hell. 

 Chorus Over the valley, etc. 



The ditches and banks are wide and steep, 

 The earth is rotten, the water deep ; 

 The boldest horseman holds his breath, 

 But he'll have to cross it to see the death. 

 Chorus Over the valley, etc. 



