Frolicsome lady, or, The happy footman/A New Hunting Song

A New HUNTING SONG.

To its own proper Tune.

A Way to the field, see the morning looks gay.
And sweetly bedspp'd forebodes a fine day ;
The hounds are all eager the sports to embrace,
And carol aloud to be led to the chace.
And carol, &c.

CHORUS.

Then hark in the morn to the call of the born.
And join with the jo—vial crew,
While the season invites with all delights.
The health giving chace to pursue.

How charming the sight when Aurora first dawns.
To see the bright beagles spread over the lawns ;
To welcome the sun now returning from rest,
Their mattins they chant as they merrily quest.
Then hark, &c.

But O how each bosom with transport it fills.
To start just as Phoebus peeps over the hills;
While joys each valley from valley resounds,
The shouts of the hunters and cry of the hounds.
Then hark, &c.

See how the brave hunters with courage elate,
Fly hedges and ditches, or top the bar’d gate;
Borne by their old couriers, no dangers they fear,
And give to the winds all vexation and care.
Then hark, &c.

Ye Cits for the dance quit the joys of the town.
And scorn the dull pleasure of sitting in down,
Uncertain your toil, or for honour or wealth,
Ours still is repaid with contentment and health.
Then hark, &c.