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He choing horn calls the ſportſman abroad.
 * To horſe my brave boys and awy:

The morning is up and the cry of the hounds
 * upbraids our too tedious delay.

What pleaſure we feel, in purſuing the fox!
 * o'er hill and o'er valley he flies:

Then follow, we'll ſoon overtake him, Huzza!
 * the tratior [sic] is ſeiz'd on, and dies

He dies--The tratior is ſeiz'd on, and dies.
 * Then, follow we'll ſoon overtake him, Huzz [sic]!
 * The tratior is ſeiz'd on, and dies.

Triumphant returning, at night, with the ſpoil,
 * Like Bacchhanals [sic], ſhouting and gay,

How ſweet with a bottle, and Laſs to refreſh,
 * and loſe the fatigues of the day!

With ſport love, and wine, fickle fortune defy:
 * dull wiſdom all happineſs ſours.

Since life is no more than a paſſage at beſt,
 * let's ſtraw the way over with flow'rs.

With flow'rs--Let's ſtraw the way over with flow'rs.
 * Sinec [sic] life is no more than a paſſage at beſt,
 * Let's ſtraw the way over with flow'rs.

HEN Britain, firſt, at heav'n's command,
 * Aroſe from out the azure main,

Aroſe from out the azure main; This was the charter--the charter of the land, And Garden Angels ſung this ſtrain
 * Rule Britannia; Britannia, rule the waves;
 * Britons never ſhall be ſlaves.