A June Festivity 



one of which I can recall a couple of verses, 

 and which made a great impression on me. I 

 only heard it twice, and though I heard it in 

 the north, I have an idea that it is a west 

 country song. 



It relates the history of a poaching expedi- 

 tion, and the first verses run something in this 

 way: 



11 You gentlemen both great and small, 

 Gamekeepers, poachers, sportsmen ali, 

 Listen awhile to my simple song, 

 I'll sing you the death of poor Bill Brown, 

 I'll sing you the death of poor Bill Brown, 

 Fol de rol, etc. 



One moonlight night as you shall hear 

 It was the season of the year 

 We went to the woods to get a fat buck 

 But oh, that night we had bad luck, 

 For Bill Brown was shot and his dog was stuck. 

 Fol de rol, etc." 



The first four lines in each verse were sung 

 in very slow time — at a funeral pace — the last 

 line and chorus at a gallop, and the effect was 

 curious. 



But the sun is throwing long shadows on the 

 oak-panelled walls. Those who have to return 

 home by train are beginning to look at their 

 watches, and those who are driving to order 

 their horses. Every festivity must have an end 



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