Yellow-hair'd laddie/The return from the chace

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The RETURN from the CHACE.

THE sweet rosy morn peeps over the hills,
With blushes adorning the meadows and fields;
The merry, merry, merry horn calls, Come, come away,
Awake from your slumbers and hail the new day.
The merry, merry, &c.

The flag rouz'd before us, away seems to fly,
And pants to the chorus of hounds in full cry,
Then follow, follow, follow the musical chace,
Where pleasure and vigorous health you embrace.

The day's sport when over makes blood circle right,
And gives the brisk lover fresh charms for the night;
Then let us now enjoy all we can when we may,
Let love crown the night, as our sports crown the day.

FINIS.