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Arife the burthen of the fong,

Thi- day a flag mufl die ! With a hey ho, chivey !

Hark forward, hark forward, tantivy > Arife the burthen of the fong,

This day a flag mud die.

The cordial takes its merry round,

The laugh and joke prevail : The huntfman blows a jovial found;

The dogs fnuff up the gale. The upland wilds they fweep along,

O'er fields, thro' brakes they fly, The game is rouz'd, too true the fong,

This day a flag mufl die.

With a hey ho, &c.

Poor flag, the dogs thy haunches gore,

The tears run down thy face ; The huntfman's pleafure is no more,

His joys were in the chace. Alike die fportfman of the town,

The .virgin game in view, Are full content to run them down,

Then they in turn purfue.

With their hey ho, &c.

��THE LINNETS,

AS bringing home the other day Two linnets I had ta'en, The pretty warblers fecm'd to pray For liberty again.

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