The Fox-Hunting.
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UPon a Tuesday lately past,
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Before Auroras breaking,
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The Huntsmen they did high them fast,
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And early were awaking:
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Before fair Phoebus it did shew
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The Hounds both swift and cunning,
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The Huntsmen they did make a Vow
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To find the Fox, and running
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From Burton and from Bishops Dale,
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As I hear'd them report it,
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Came Hounds that bravely run the train,
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And the Huntsmen then were sported;
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There was Dido and Lovesy, Carvor and Tipsey,
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Spanker and Gentle was cunning,
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Rose and Bonny Lass were all in the chase,
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And Captain near to them running:
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Near Foxgill-head this Fox was laid,
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But when he heard them comming,
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Fast from his kennel then he fled,
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And was forc'd to try all his cunning;
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Then hey callalow to him,
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So cries the Huntsmen,
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Spanker and Gentle were cunning,
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Rose and Bonny Lass were all in the Chase,
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And Captain near to them running:
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This Fox for his rest fled towards the East,
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Near to Pressed-Hull as I heared;
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But in the days of old there dwelt an old Priest
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Which made him the more to forbear it:
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Then hey call, etc.
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Then west he highs, and fast he flies,
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But the Hounds they still did pursue him,
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And in many a place for ten miles space
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The Huntsmen bravely did view him:
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Then hey call, etc.
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The Moor-hens cakled all for joy,
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The Snipe was highly mounted,
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The Plovers they both green and gray
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Rejoyce to see the Fox hunted;
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Then hey call, etc.
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Near Buktin-Reake he waxed weak,
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And cunning ways was wealing,
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At last he stale into Crey-gill
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Where he did intend to feal him:
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Then hey call, etc.
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But the Huntsmen chanc'd him to espy,
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And off the Hounds they did hollow,
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Which came to them speedily,
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And fleetly the Fox they did follow.
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Then hey call, etc.
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Then by the Crey he teuke his way,
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And to the Scar-house so called,
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And westward still beyond Kerkgill,
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And near him the Hounds they followed:
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Then hey call, etc:
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The Maids by flocks cast down their rocks
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To view the Fox that's so cunning,
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And Wives from their arms
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Threw down their barns
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To see the Fox a running.
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then hey call, etc.
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The Tup did skip, and the Hog did trip,
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And the Yews nothing did fear them,
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And eke the little lambs did leap within their dams
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For joy that the Hounds ran so near him.
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then hey call, etc.
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A Clergy-man I understand
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Unto this sport was hasted,
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Having a Psalm-Book in his hand,
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And at the fox he cast it.
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then hey call, etc.
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After the Fox the Pinfold leapt,
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But the Pinder was a wanting,
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And thorow the Chapel-yard he tript,
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Was not this a worthy hunting:
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then hey call, etc.
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A Thatcher chanc'd him to espy
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So many worthy chases,
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Then to out-houses he did high
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To find some lurking places:
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then hey call, etc.
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This Thatcher at him cast his knave,
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But yet the Fox he missed,
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He simple entertainment gave
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To one that was so distressed:
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then hey call, etc:
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But Dido had him on the wind,
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And from his kennel drew him;
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And the rest of the helpers had a mind
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And about their heads they threw him.
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then hey call, etc.
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So cries the Huntsmen,
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Spanker and Gentle were cunning,
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Rose and Bonny Lass were all in the Chase,
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And the Captain near to them running.
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Near Seven Kells this Fox was slain,
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As people much reported,
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A choaken wheat this was of late,
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I truly may report it.
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The Husbandman man cries Tantar-a-ran,
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And the Huntsman he rejoyces,
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At Hubberam they drank head and skin,
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And the Hounds they were praised by voices:
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The Duck and the Drake cries queke, quake, quake,
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And the Goose cried keeke most highly,
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And eke the Stagg did tread
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Before he did need for killing of the Fox so wildly,
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The Peacock fair, the Capon rare,
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The Turkey and the Day-cock;
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The Poultrey all both great and small
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Rejoyceth at his good luck:
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Therefore be merry and glad, each jovial lad
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This Fox hath much offended,
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Fill us another cup, and we will cry who-up,
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And so our Hunting is ended.
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