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THE DUSKY NIGHT.
THE duſky night rides down the ſky
and uſhers in the morn
The hounds all join in jovial cry,
the huntſman winds his horn.
Then hunting we will go, &c.
The wife around her huſband throws
her arms to make him ſtay,
My Dear, it hails, it rains, it blows,
you cannot hunt to day
but a hunting we will go, &c.
The uncavern'd fox like lightning flies
his cunning all awake,
To gain the race he eager tries,
his forfeit like a ſtake.
When a hunting we do go, &c.
Arous'd e’en echo huntreſs turns,
and madly ſhouts of joy,
The ſportman's heart enraptur'd burns
the chaſe can never cloy.
then a hunting we will go, &c.
Deſpairing mark he ſeeks the tide,
his arts muſt now prevail;
Hault! fhouts the miſcreant’s death beſide
