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                            (  8  ) Arous’d e’en echo Huntress turns, And madly shouts of joy, The sportman’s breast enraptur’d burns, The chase can never cloy.

Then a hunting we will go, &c.

Despairing mark he seeks the tide, His art must now prevail; Hark ! shouts the miscrent’s death betide His speed, his cunning fail.

When a hunting we will go, &c.

For lo his strength to faintness worn, The hounds arrest his flight. Then hungry homewards we return, To feast away the night.

Then a drinking we will go, &c,

FINIS,