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Down through the woodland the secretary slots him ; 



Hark ! there's a note of a hound from the rear. 

 Into the Severn sea somebody spots him— 



Cheer them on, Anthony ! Anthony, cheer ! 



A boat is at hand ; he is lassoed and taken, 

 Taken and killed ; many horses are done ; 



Many a good rider and steed have forsaken 

 The chase for to-day, and are out of the run. 



Luck and lung life to the hunt and the Master, 

 Long may we hunt the wild stag in the chase 



Over wild Exmoor, and free from disaster, 



With horses and hounds that can gallop and race. 



Over the moorland the bright moon is sailing, 



Over the scene of the chase of the deer ; 

 Still in my slumbers the good stag is failing — 



Cheer them on, Anthony ! Anthony, cheer ! 



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