The FOX-CHACE. A Favourite Hunting Song, Sung at the grand Hunts of England.
[]A SOUTHERLY wind and a cloudy ſky,
Proclaims a Hunting Morning,
Before the ſun riſes, we nimbly fly,
Dull ſleep, and a downy-bed ſcorning,
To Horſe my Boys, to Horſe away;
The Chace admits of no delay,
On Horſeback we're got, together we'll trot,
On Horſeback we're got, together we trot,
Leave of your chat ſee the cover appear;
The Hound that ſtrikes firſt cheer him without fear,
Drag on him! Ah wind him my ſteady good hounds
How compleatly the Cover and Furz they draw,
Who talks of Barry or Meynell,
Young La [...]her he flouriſhes now thro' the ſhaw;
And Saucebox roars out in his kennel,
Away we fly as quick as thought,
The new ſown ground, ſoon makes them fault,
Caſt round the ſheeps train, caſt round ca [...] round,
Try back the deep lane, try back try back,
Hark I hear ſome hounds challenge in yonder ſpring ſedge,
Comfort Bi [...]ch hits it off in tha [...] old thick [...]edge,
Hark forward hark forward have at him my Boys,
Hark forward, hark forward, [...] don't make a noiſe.
A ſtormy ſky overcharged with rain,
Both Hounds and Hunſtman oppoſes,
In vain on your mettle you try boys in vain,
But down ye muſt to your noſes,
Each moment now the ſky grows worſe,
Enough to make a Parſon curſe,
Pick through the plow'd grounds, pick through, pick through,
Well hunted good Hounds well hunted, well hunted,
If we can but get on, we ſhall ſoon make him quake
Hark I hear ſome hounds challenge in the midſt of the brake,
Talio, Talio there acroſs the green plain,
Talio, Talio, Boys have at him again.
Thus we ride whip and ſpur for a two hours Chace,
Our Horſes go panting and [...]obbbing,
Young Madcap and Riot begin now race,
Ride on Sir and give him ſome mobbing,
But hold alaſs you'll ſpoil our ſport,
For thro' the Hounds you'll head him ſhort,
Clap round him dear Jack, clap round, clap round,
Hark Drumm [...]r hark back, hark back, hark back,
He's Jumping and dodging in every buſh,
Little Riot has faſtened her Teeth in his b [...]iſh,
Whoo' hoop, whoo' hoop he's fairly [...] down,
Whoo' hoop, whoo', hoop he's fairly run down.
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- TextGrid Repository (2020). TEI. 5492 The fox chace A favourite hunting song sung at the grand hunts of England. University of Oxford Text Archive. . https://hdl.handle.net/21.T11991/0000-001A-616F-B