THE HUNTSMAN' IN GREEN. 



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The crowd has gone home, and Lord Worcester is still 



As keen as a lad of fourteen ; 

 See, the sunlight is dim on the opposite hill, 

 But he walks a good fox to his death with a will — 



He's a huntsman, this huntsman in green. 



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THE FOX BY THE HEDGEROW IS SEEN. 



And home is the word ; there's a smile on his face, 



It tells of contentment I ween ; 

 He has shown us a gallop and handled a brace, 

 Rut it's what we expect, and it's often the case, 



With the Badminton huntsman in green. 



