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OLD TOWLER.

ght Chanticleer proclaims the dawn,

And spangles deck the thorn,

lowing herd winds thro' the lawn,

The lark springs from the corn.

rigs, huntsmen round the window

throng,

Fleet Towler leads the cry,

se the burden of their song,

This day a stag must die.

With a hey, ho, chevy,

Hark forward, hark forward, tantivy,

Hark, hark, tantivy,

This day a stag must-die.

cordial takes its merry round,

The laugh and joke prevail,

huntsman blows a jovial sound,

The dogs snuff up the gale;

upland wilds they sweep along,

O’er fields, through brakes they fly,

game is rous'd—too true thc song, This day a stag must die.

With a hey, ho, &c.

stag, the dogs thy haunches gore,

he tears nip down thy face,