THE FOX-HUNTERS.
/tf^OME rouze brother fportfmen the hunters all cry, ^~f We've got a ftrong fcent, and a favoring fky, We've got a ftrong fcent, we've got a ftrong fcent, We've got a ftrong fcent and a favoring iky.
The horn's fprightly notes, and the lark's early fong, Will chide the dull fportfman for deeping fo long, Will chide, will chide the dull fportfman for fleeping
fo long, WH1 chide the dull fporfman for fleeping fo long.
Bright Phoebus has (hewn us the glimpfe of his face, Peep'd in at our windows and call'd to the chace ; He foon will be up, fee the dawn wears away, And makes the fields blufh with the beams of his ray.
Sweet Molly may teafe you'perhaps to lay down, And if you refufe her perhaps Ibe may frown ; But tell her, fweet love muft to huntinggive place, For as well as her charms, there are charms in the
chace.
Look yonder, look yonder, old Reynard I fpy, At his fcriifh brilkly follows briflt Chanter and Fly ; They feize on their prey, fee his eye-balls they roll ; We're in at the death, now go home to the bowl.
There we'll fill up our glafTes and toaft to the king, From a bumper frefh loyalty ever will fpring*; To George, peace and glory may heaven difpenfe, And fox-hunters flourish a thoufand years hence.
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