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When the covey I've thinn'd, to the woods I repair, And I brufli thro' the thickets devoid of all fear j. There I exercife freely my levelling fkill, And with pheafams and woodcocks my bag often fill ; For death ^ where I find them) they feldom can (him, My dogs are fo fare, and fo fatal my gun.

My fpaniels ne'er babble, they're under command ; Some range at a diftance, and fome hunt at hand : \When a woodcock they ftufh, or a pheafant they

fpring, With heart-cheering notes, how they make the woods

ring;

Then for mufic let fribbles to Ranelagh run, My concert's a chorus of dogs and a gun.

When at night we chat over the fport of the day, And fpread o'er the table my conquer'd fpoils lay ; Then I think of my friends, and to each fend a part ; For my friends to oblige is the pride of my heart ; Thus vices of town, and its follies I fhun, And my pleafures confine to my dog and my gun.

��THE GREENWICH PENSIONER.

fc PTRWas in the good Rover

I fail'd the world around ; And for three years and over,

I ne'er touch'd Britifh ground : At length in England landed,

I left the roaring main ; Found all relations ftrandec,

And went to fea again.

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