APPENDIX A 



THE HUNTING OF THE HARE 



With her last Will and Testament. As 'twas per- 

 formed on Bamstead downs By Cony-catchers and 

 their hounds. To a pleasant new Tune : " Of all the 

 Sports the World doth Yield." 



Of all delights that Earth doth yield, 



Give mee a pack of hounds in field ; 



Whose echo shall throughout the sky 



Make Jove admire our harmony 

 and wish that he a mortal were 

 to view the pastime we have here. 



I will tell you of a rare scent. 

 Where many a gallant horse was spent 

 On Bamstead-Downs a Hare we found 

 Which led us all a smoaking round ; 



o're hedge and ditch away she goes, 



admiring her approaching foes. 



But when she found her strength to wast 

 She parleyed with the hounds at last : 

 Kind hounds, quoth she, forbear to kill 

 A harmless Hare that neer thought ill, 

 and if your Master sport do crave 

 I'll lead a scent as he would have. 



Huntsman 



Away, away, thou art alone, 



Make haste, I say, and get thee gone, 



