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A-HUNTING WE WILL GO, |
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2. The wife around her husband throws Her arms to make him stay— " My dear! it rains, it hails, it blows, You cannot hunt to-day."
But a-hunting we will go, &c. |
3. The uncavern'd fox like lightning flies, His cunning's all awake, To gain the race he eager tries, His forfeit—life—the stake.
When a-hunting we do go, &c, |
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4. At length his strength to faintness worn, The hounds arrest his flight, Then hungry homeward we return, To feast away the night.
So a-hunting wc will go, &c, |
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H. 4868. |
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