( It )
The wife around her hufband throws
Her arms to make him ftay, My dear, it rains, it hails, it blows,
You cannot hunt to-day.
But a hunting we- will go, &c.
The uncavern'd fox like lightning flies,
His cunning's all awake, To gain the race he eager tries,
His forfeit life's at ftake.
When a hunting we will go, &c.
Arouf 'd, e'en echo huntrefs turns,
.And madly fhouts for joy, The iportfman's breaft enraptur'd burns,
The chace can never cloy.
Then a hunting we will go, &c.
Defpairing mark he freks the tide,
His art mud now prevail, Hark ! fhouts the mifcreant's death betide,
His fpeed, his cunning fail.
When a hunting we will go, &c.
For lo ! his ftrength to faintnefs worn,
The hounds atteft his fight ; Then hungry homewards we return
To feaft away the night.
Then a di inking we will go, &c.
��THE ORIGIN OF ENGLISH LIBERTY.
,NCE the Gods of the Greeks at ambrofial feaft
Large bowls of rich nectar were quaffing ; Merry Moaws among them was fat as a gueft ; Homer fays che celeftials lov'd laughing.
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