298 MODERN PIG-STICKING 



Over we go, the game's nearly done, 

 The field are gaining, the race nearly won ; 

 An arm upraised, then a dash, a cheer, 

 And the boar has felt the deadly spear. 

 Chorus Over the valley, etc. 



See how he flashes his fiery eye, 



Ready to cut, to thrust, to die. 



A boar that will charge like the Light Brigade 



Is the bravest brute God ever made. 



Chorus Over the valley, etc. 



Swiftly he rushes, panting and blowing, 

 Swiftly the life-blood torrents are flowing ; 

 And game to the last, with defiant eye, 

 In silent courage he faces to die. 



Chorus Over the valley, etc. 



A. W. CRUICKSHANK, I.C.S. 



HURRAH FOR THE SPUR AND THE SPEAR 



Tune" Hurrah for the Bonnets o' Blue." 



Here's a bumper to spur and to spear, 



A bumper to challenge a song, 

 A bumper to those who, where'er the boar goes, 



Are spearing and spurring along. 

 'Tis good to be steady and cool, 



'Tis better to dare than to doubt, 

 'Tis best to be clear of the funks in the rear, 

 And be always thrown in than out. 



Then hurrah for the spur and the spear, 



Hurrah for the zest of my song, 

 Hurrah for all those who, where'er the boar goes, 

 Are spearing and spurring along. 



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Here's a cheer for the charms of the chase, 



A cheer for the glorious burst ; 

 And who wouldn't cheer when the bold win the " spear," 



For the fearless are always the first. 



