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Dick Thickiet came mounted upon a fine black, A better fleet gelding ne'er hunter did back ; Tom Trig rode a bay, full of metal and bone, And gaily Bob Buxom rode proud on a roan : Butmehorfe of all horfes that rivall'd the day, Was the 'fquire's neck-or-nothing, and that was a

grey.

Hark away ! hark away ! while our fpirits are gay, Let us drink to the joys of tHe next coming day.

Then for hounds there was Nimble, fo well that

climbs rocks,

And Cocknofe 1 good one at fcenting a fox ; Little Plunge like a mole, who with Ferret and Search, And beetle- -brow n Hawk's-eye, fo dead at a lurch : Young Sly-looks who fcents the ftrong breeze from

the fouth, And muiical Echo-well with his deep mouth.

Hark away ! &c.

Our. horfes thus all of the very beft blood,

'Tis not likely you'll eaiily find fuch a {hid ;

And for hounds, our opinions with thoufands we'll

back, That all England throughout don't produce fuch a

pack :

Thus having defcrilrd you dogs, horfes, and crew, Away we fet oft, for the fox is in view.

Hark away ! &c.

Sly Reynard's brought home, while the horns found

a call,

And now you're all welcome to Bachelor's Hall : The fav'ry fir-loin grateful fmokes on the board, And Bacchus pours wine from his favorite hoard : Come on then, do honour to this jovial place, And enjoy the fweet pleafure that firings from the

criacc. Hark away ! &c.

BOTHER'D

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