SPORTINO SOlqG?. Then my what pleasure can inspire To that of coursing. sweet employ! Except when homeward we retire, Our bottles and our friend enjoy: The brook and brake, We then forsake, For sportsmen know no grief or care;. Then sweet the Across*the lawn, Awakes the trembling, timid hare. IflqKEN.'?F.L THE HOUNDS. UWEZWHZL, uncouple the hounds: And w/nd the echoing H?rk! hark! the huntsman sounds Tentivy to welcome the morn, To horse, to horse, and away w? fly, Chevy-ho! and hark forward! for Renard must die. Unkennel, to cover he ?es, But all his cunning's ,in vain, Yoicks! yoicks.* the huntmuan criew, Tantivy, upon him again.* ?#?th, to earth, he would vainly try, , cl/evy-ho! and hark forward! for Renard must die.
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