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THE QUORN HUNT 



Like Cavendish, Powlett, Worcester, Plymouth blessed, 



Like Forester 



I leave a lengthened space 



Where bachelors forlorn may find a place ; 

 Aylesford and Dartmouth, gallant Craven, May, 

 All-polished Mayler, and Sir Robert Gay. 



This round of labour ruddy health insures, 



To courage stirs, to hardiness inures ; 



Thus trained, my masters, you would meet the foe, 



Furious to battle, as to covert go. 



A cavalry already formed the French to rout, 



And Tally-ho ! your frantic war-whoop, shout, 



But hold ! our furrows in the blade look green, 



Our burdened ewes their tender lambs 'gin yean ; 



Timely you cease, of damages afraid, 



Nor injure lands for summer crops new laid, 



Pastures revive — foxes shall breed and rear, 



Strong and inviting cubs for next Leap Year. — Shallow. 





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