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Dick Thickiet came mounted upon a fine black, A better fleet gelding ne'er hunter did back ; Tom Trig rode a bay, full of metal and bone, And gaily Bob Buxom rode proud on a roan : Butmehorfe of all horfes that rivall'd the day, Was the 'fquire's neck-or-nothing, and that was a
grey.
Hark away ! hark away ! while our fpirits are gay, Let us drink to the joys of tHe next coming day.
Then for hounds there was Nimble, fo well that
climbs rocks,
And Cocknofe 1 good one at fcenting a fox ; Little Plunge like a mole, who with Ferret and Search, And beetle- -brow n Hawk's-eye, fo dead at a lurch : Young Sly-looks who fcents the ftrong breeze from
the fouth, And muiical Echo-well with his deep mouth.
Hark away ! &c.
Our. horfes thus all of the very beft blood,
'Tis not likely you'll eaiily find fuch a {hid ;
And for hounds, our opinions with thoufands we'll
back, That all England throughout don't produce fuch a
pack :
Thus having defcrilrd you dogs, horfes, and crew, Away we fet oft, for the fox is in view.
Hark away ! &c.
Sly Reynard's brought home, while the horns found
a call,
And now you're all welcome to Bachelor's Hall : The fav'ry fir-loin grateful fmokes on the board, And Bacchus pours wine from his favorite hoard : Come on then, do honour to this jovial place, And enjoy the fweet pleafure that firings from the
criacc. Hark away ! &c.
BOTHER'D
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