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35-—LET BUCKS A-HUNTING GO.
1 With hound and horn each rosy morn, Let Bucks a-hunting go, And I'll sing Tally ho! and I'll sing Tally ho! All my fancy dwells with Nancy,
And I'll sing Tally ho! And Til sing Tally ho! I'll sing Tally ho! All my fancy dwells with Nancy, And I'll sing Tally ho!
2 Were she my wife, how sweet my life,
In station high or low. And I'll sing Tally ho! and Til sing Tally ho! Midst war's alarms, her sweetness charms;
And I'll sing Tally ho! And I'll sing Tally ho! I'll sing Tally ho! Midst war's alarms, &c.
3 On heath or warren, though ne'er so barren,
With her 'twould fruitful growr. And I'll sing Tally ho! and I'll sing Tally ho! Make vi'lets spring, all verdure bring;
And I'll sing Tally ho!
And I'll sing Tally ho! &c.
4 How sweet my lot, my homely cot.
There's none but I can know. And I'll sing Tally ho! and I'll sing Tally ho! All my fancy dwells with Nancy,
And I'll sing Tally ho!
And I'll sing Tally ho! &c.
5 The music of her voice, I'm sure,
Would charm poor Reynard's woe. And I'll sing Tally ho! and I'll sing Tally ho! On May-day seen, my girl in green,
When I sing Tally ho!
When I sing Tally ho! &c. |
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