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How enticing the joys that arise from the game?
Haste hither ye sportsmen, and seek after fame;
No longer let's dally, but swift let us fly,
What pleasure like joining the hounds in full cry.
Then onward my heroes, and let us ne’er cease,
’Till wily old Reynard shall fall in the chace,
The sport so enchanting, our heart will delight,
While health a diversion together unite,
There, there he is yonder, huzza! tally ho!
To steal away trying, yet fearing to go:
Now, now he is started, oh! joyful surprise!
He pines and he trembles, he pants and he dies.
GRAGAL MA CHREE.
I Am a young lover that's sorely oppress’d,
Enthrall’d by a fair one and can find no rest;
Her name I’ll not mention, though wounded I be,
By Cupid’s keen arrow for Gragal ma Chree.
When first I beheld this female most fair,
My eyes were eclipsed with beauty so rare:
By her killing glances she so enchanted me,
In anguish I’ll languish for Gragal ma Chree.
Her lips are like coral, her cheeks like the rose,
Her skin is like lilies, and eyes black as sloes;
She is handsome and proper in every degree,
No female can equal sweet Gragal ma Chree.
But her cruel parents were sharp and unkind,
I durst not attempt to discover my mind;
My grief to reveal for that sweet lovely she,
And my poor heart's bleeding for Gragal ma Chree.
0 had I possession of Newington store.
With Breakaduff's treasure, was it ten times more.
And wealth of great Demure, I‘d part with it most free,
Disdaining all riches for Gragal ma Chree.
I propos'd to tell that sweet innocent dove,
All by a fond letter that she was my love,
