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HE 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