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A SOUTHERLY WIND AND A CLOUDY
Proclaim it a hunting morning,
Sleep and a downy bed scorning. Away, my boys, to borse, away;
The chase admits of no delay; Now on horseback we've got,
On horseback, on horseback together we'll trot, Together, together, away my brave boys, see the
coverts appear, The hound that strikes first, cheer him up with
Who talks of Seotine to Minel,
Saucebox rose out of his kennel.
ing hedge; Cragman, boy, leads him off through the new
made edge, Hark forward ! hark forward! bark forward !
brave boys! Hark forward ! hark forward ! zounds don't make
Thus we ride whip spur for these four hours chase)
Till our horses so panting and sobbing, Old Dasher and Ringwood begin to race,
Ride on, and give them some mobbing. But hold, by Jove! you spoil the sport, For through the hounds you'll head them short. Hark! Drummer, hark, hark; hark, Tuner / bark
Tuner! Hawk! Drummer, hark, hark; hark, Tuner ! hark
Tuner! He's dodging and jumping at every bush, Old Vixen has fastened her tooth in his brush, Whoop, tear him, whoop, tear him ; he's fairly
run down, Whoop, tear him! whoop, tear him! give Joe his
THE CUCKOO. When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And ladies' smocks all silver white,
Do paint the meadows with delight,
And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,
And maidens bleach their smocks,
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo,-oh, word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear.
HONEST TOM, The wind was hush'd, the fleecy wave Scarcely the vessel's side could lave, When in the mizen-top, his stand Tom Clueline taking, spied the land, Oh! sweet reward for all his toil; Once more he views his native soil, Once more he thanks indulgent fate, That brings him to his bonny Kate. Soft as the sighs of zephyr flow Tender and plaintive as her woe, Serene was the attentive eve That heard Tom's bonny Kitty grieve. Oh, what avails, cried she, my pain ? He's swallowed in the greedy main : Ah! never shall I welcome home, With tender joy, my honest Tom. Now high upon the faithful shroud The land awhile that seemed a cloud, While objects from the mist arise, A feast presents Tom's longing eyes. A ribband near his heart did lay, Now see him on his hat display, That given sign to show that fate Had brought him safe to bonny Kate. Near to a cliff whose heights command A prospect of the shelly strand, While Kitty fate and fortune blamed Sudden with joy she exclaimed,
“ But soe, O heavens: à ship in view,
What now remains were easy told,
FAR, FAR AT SEA. 'Twas night when the bell had toll'd twelve,
That poor Susan was laid on her pillow,
Far, far at sea.
Not an object her fears could discover ;
Far, far at sea.
But the phantom still haunted her pillow; Whilst in terror she echo'd his cries, As struggling he sunk on the billow,
Far, far at sea.
COMING THROUGH THE RYE.
Comin' through the rye,
Need a body cry?
Ne'er a ane hae I;
And what the waur am I?
Comin' frae the well,
Ilka body has a body, &c.
Comin' frae the toun,
Ilka Jenny has her Jockey, &c.
THE LAST GUINEA, In an old leathern purse a true friend I have got,
And of all friends the best is of any: By providence surely it fell to my lot,
A sight worth beholding by many; 'Tis the balm of distress, and the joy of my life,
And he that don't prize it's a ninny; In point of philosophy, next to a wife,
A blessing attend my last guinea. Jack Junk, an old messmate, arriv'd from on board,
With a hatful of these pretty shiners ;