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III.

Fill the goblet to the brim,
Fill with me and drink to him
Who the mountain sport pursues.
Speed the boar where'er he choose;
Hurrah! Hurrah! one bumper more,
A bumper to the grim grey boar!

Hark, the beater's shout on high!
Hark, the hunter's shrill reply!
Echo leaps from hill to hill,
There the chase is challenge still!
Hurrah! Hurrah! one bumper more,
A bumper to the sturdy boar!

Ride for now the sounder breaks,
Ride where'er the grey boar takes,
Struggle through the desperate chase,
Reckless death itself to face;
Hurrah! Hurrah! one bumper more,
A bumper to the fearless boar!

See, the jungle verge is won,
See, the grey boar dashing on!
Bold and brave ones now are nigh,
See him stagger, charge and die;
Hurrah! Hurrah! one bumper more,
A bumper to the fallen boar!