While echo around,

With the horn and the hound, Refponfive replies Ton-ta-ron.

Thus we pleasure obtain, "Thout fickness or pain, What ruddines fmiles on each face; Ye jemmies prepare, Mount the fteed if you dare, And overtake health in the chace.-

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fweet rofy morning Peeps over the hills, With blushes adorning

The meadows and fields;
The merry merry merry horn
Calls come come come away,
Awake from your flumber
And hail the new day.
The flag rous'd before us
Away feems to fly,
And pants to the chorus

Of hound in full cry;

Then follow f llow follow follow

The mufical chace,
Where pleasure and vigour,
With health you embrace.
The day's fports when over,
Makes blood circle right,
And gives the brisk lover

Fresh charms for the night.
Then let us let us now enjoy
All we can while we may,
Le love crown the night,

As our Sports crown the day.

AIR.

Hark away, hark away to the merry ton'd horn,
While the hounds chearful cries awaken the morn.
Diana herself rules the sports of to-day,
And joins in the chorus of Hark, bark away.
With cautious step avoid the bow't,
Where wily Cupid fleeping lies;
Fond nymphs, you'll rue the fatal honr
Should Love our spotlef: train surprise.
Ha k away, &c.

Love will promise and deceive,
Leading youthful hearts aftray,
But the joys our paftimes give
Are jocund innocent, and gay,
Hark away, &c.

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WHEN Sol from the caft had illumin'd the fphere,
And gilded the lawns and the riv'lets fo clear,
I rofe from my tent, and like Richard, l'call'd
For my horfe, and my hounds too, loudly I bawld.
Hark forward, my boys, Billy Meadows he cried,
No fooner he spoke but old Reynard he fpied;
Over-joy'd at the fight we began or to skip,
Ton-ta-ren went the horn and smack went the whip.
Tom Bramble scour'd forth, when almost to his chin,
O'er leaping a ditch-by the lord, he leap'd in;
When just as it hap'd, but the fly mafter Ren',
Was fneakingly haft ning to make to his cen;
Then away we purfu'd, broke covert and wood,
Not a quick fet nor thickfet our pleasure with stood
So ho! matter Reynard Jack Rivers he cried,
Old Ren' you fhail die, Daddy Hawthorn replied.
All gay as the lark the green woodlands we trac'd,
While the merry-ton'd horn inspired as we chac'd,
No longer poor Reynard his ftrength could he boaft,
To the hounds he knock'd under & gave up the ghost
The fports of the field when concluded and o'er,
We found the horn back again over the moor;
At night take the glass, and moft chearily fing
The fox-hunters round, not forgetting the King.
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HARK

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HARK! the buntsman's begun to found the frill
Come quickly unkennel your hounds; [horn,
"Tis a beautiful, glittering, golden ey'd morn, 1
We'll chace the fox over the grounds,

See yonder fits Reynard, fo crafty and Ay, som
Come faddle your courfers apace;

The hounds have a fcent, and are all in full cry,
They long to be giving him chace. >

The courtier who toils o'er matters of fate,
Can ne'er fuch an happiness know;
The grandeur and pomp enjoy'd by the great
Can ne'er fuch a comfort beftow:
Our days pass away in fcenes of delight,
Our pleasures ne er taken amifs :
We hunt all the day, and revel all night,
What joy can be greater than this.
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EV'RY mortal fome favourite pleature purlues,

4.

O'er mountains and valleys we fkim it away,
Now Reynard's almoft out of fight;
But fooner than lofe him we'll spend the whole day
In hunting, for that's our delight.

By eager pursuing we'll have him at last,
He's too tired, poor rogue, down he lies;

To Shuter's droll phiz others thunder applause, And fome triflers delight to hear Nichols's noife: But fuch idle amusements I'll carefully shun, And my pleasures confine to my dogs and my gun.

And his maturing aid bleft the husbandman's care. Soon as Phoebus has finish'd his fummer's career, When Roger and Nell have enjoyed harvest home, And their labours being o'er, are at leifure to roam From the noife of the town and its follies I run,

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To chafe o'er the plain the fox or the hare,
Such pleasure no sport can e'er bring,
It banishes forrow and drives away care,
And makes us more bleft than a king;
And makes us more bleft than a king.
Whenever we hear the found of the horn,

Our hearts are transported with joy;
We rife and embrace with the earliest dawn,
A pastime that neyer can cloy.

O'er furrows and hills our game we pursue,
No danger our breast can invade;
The hounds in full cry our joys will renew
An increase of pleasures difplay'da
The freedom our confcience never alarms,
We live free from envy and ftrife;
If bleft with a spouse, return to her arms,
Sport, sweetness, and conjugal life.

When my pointers around me all carefully ftand,
And none dares to ftir, but the dog I command,
When the covey he springs, and I bring down m
I've a pleasure no paftime befide can afford: [bir
No paftime nor pleasure that's under the fun,
Can be equal to mine with my dogs and my gun.
When the covey I've thinn'd, to the woods I repa
And I brush thro' the thickets devoid of all fear
There I exercife freely my levelling skill,
And wi h pheasants and woodcocks my bag often f
For death (where I find them) they seldom can th
My dogs are fo fure, and fo fatal my gun.

My fpaniels ne'er babble, they're under comman
Some range at a distance, and fome hunt at hand
If a woodcock they flush, or a pheafant they fpri
With heart chearing notes how they make the wo
Then for mufic let fribbles to Ranelagh ran, Eri
My concert's a chorus of dogs and a gun.

AIR.

With pleafure he hearkens the heart-foothing chear
Shakes Morpheus and flumber away;
While joyful he ftarts, and with speed doth appear
The foremost to welcome the day.
With the horn's jolly clangor he quickens the chace
And fills all the vale with his joys;
While his pleature full glowing, enlivens his face,
And the hounds in 'full concert rejoice.
From the sportsman, ye drones, ye may learn how
Exempted from pain or difeafe; [to live,
He'll fhew, that the fields and the meadows will
That health which you barier for ease. [give

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As the arrow that's fhot from the bow; O'er rivers and mountains all danger defies, And fears nothing but man, his worst fue. RECITATIVE.

Now they trace him thro' the copfe,
Panting, Aruggling-fee! he drops!
Hark! rude clamours rend the skies,
While the dappled victim dies.

[peep,
Why, how now, you fluggardly fot!
How can you, how can you lie fnoring afleep,
While we all on horfeback are got,
My brave boys!

I cannot get up, for the over-night's cup,
So terribly lies in my head;
Befides, my wife cries, my dear, do not rife,
But cuddle me longer in bed,

RECITATIVE.

Far from the eaft had roll'd the glorious fun,
And thro' each well known haunt the fox had run;
The ftream he'd paft, and the vaft mountain's height,
Seeking the dell where darkling brakes invite;
There ftrove to earth, but ftrove to earth in vain,
He breaks the covert, tries the lawns again;
But, as he fled, the crafty spoiler found,
Fleeting behind, the never fault'ring hound •
Weary at length, he views the wide mouth throng
And drags in pain his mired brush along;
Now fpent, he falls, rolling his haggard eyes;
And, favage like, he wounds, and fnarling dies.
Eager to view, the shouting train furround;
Hills, woods, and rocks, reverberate the found.

AIR.

Whilft the huntfman exults to hunters around,
And holds up the ftrong-fcented prize;
Elated with conqueft, each staunch mettled hound,
Sends a clam'rous peal to the skies;

The deep found of the horn, borne afar on the gale
Ca Is the fportfmen thrown out, to the pack;
They meet round the spoil, if their courfers don't fai
Then away, to regale, they ride chearfully, back

RECITATIVE.

Such are the manly pleasures of the chace,
Which kings of old were eager to embrace :
While o'er the champaign ran the courtly crew,
The cheek was garnish'd with a rofeat hue;
Then no pale Ganymede difgrac'd the court,
And he was honour'd who most lov'd the fport ;
No brooding malice there affail'd the breaft,
To cloud the brow, or poifon mental rest.
Oh! glorious fi ort, which can at once impart
Health to the veins, and quiet to the heart..

AIR.

Our fathers of old lov'd the fport,

Our nobles rejoic'd in the chace; They fled the intrigues of a court, The heart-chearing toil to embrace.

Th