THE SHADE OK THE HUNTSMAN. 



*THE SHADE OF THE HUNTSMAN. 



Why, yes, I'm the farmer ; yes, that is my calling, 

 And you are the gent that has come to the Grange. 



Come in, sir, come in, sir, the snow is appalling. 

 Not wet? If you are I can lend you a change. 



Well, what shall it be ; there is whisky and brandy, 



There's fine home brewed ale, and a cake and a cheese, 



There's a cut cf cold roast and there's other things handy. 

 Come in, sir, ycu're welcome ; sit down at your ease. 



