THE ECHOING HORN.
F echoing horn calls the fportfman abroad, -it To horle, my brave boys, and away ; The morning is up, and the cry of the hounds Upbraids our too tedious delay.
What p!e:'.fure we feel in purfuing the fox !
O'er hill, and o'er valley, he ; T.. en follow, vvel foon overtake him, huzza!
The traitor is feiz'd on and dies !
He dies, the traror is feiz.'d on and dies ! Then follow, we'll foon overtake him, huzza !
The traitor is feiz'd on and dies !
Triumphant returning at night with the fpoil, Like bacchanals, fliouting and gay,
How fweet with a bottle a^d lafs to i-efrelh, And lofe the fatigues of the day !
With fport, -love, and -vine, fickle fortune defy,
Dull wifdom all luppinefs fours ; Since life is no mo e than a palfage at beft,
Let's fti'ew the way over with Mowers.
��THE WARWICKSHIRE LAD.
E Warwickfliire lads and ye lafies,
See what at our jubilee palfes, Come revel away, rejoice and be glad, Come revel away, rejoice and be glad. For the lad of ail lads was a Warwickihire lad, Warwickfliire lad, Alibegiud, For the lad of all lads was a Warwickshire lad.
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