33(i A HUNTING SONG. 



There's Trimbush and Chirrup and others as good 

 Ralley Cleanly and Comfort drives on thorow the wood 

 Emperor and Conqueror will never him forsake 

 But drives on full speed thorow every breake 

 Of all pleasures 



Old ileynaid finding the cover can't save him 

 Lurkes on for the earth that us'd to preserve him 

 But Smiler he sees him and soon overtake 

 And poor Reynard his exit in the field of honour doth make 

 Of all pleasures 



The hounds how eager to enjoy their reward 

 The huntsman as eager checks them with a word 

 lie beheads old Reynard and takes off his brush 

 And to the hounds gives his karcass a toss 

 Of all pleasures 



The hounds now well pleased wallow on the ground 

 The huntsman as well pleased to see his company around 

 He buckles Reynard's head to his saddle with a strap 

 And with his ribbon tyes tlie brush to his cap 

 Of all pleasures 



Our sport being ended and our horses full jaded 



We return home well pleased with our sport quite amazed 



Saying was there ever such hounds as these 



Or ever such hunting on weares 



Of all pleasures or pastimes ever heard or seen 

 There's none in the world like to merry hunting. 



