Familiar Songs - Their Authors & Histories

300 traditional songs, inc sheet music with full piano accompaniment & lyrics.

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	208	OUR FAMILIAR SONGS.
	A SOUTHERLY WIND AND A CLOUDY SKY.
	This is an old EngUsh hunting-song. It was first published in this country in the New York Mirror, where it appeared in 1832. I give the air to which it was sung in England, and also the " round" with which many American readers will be more familiar.
	How complete the cover and furze they draw ! Who talks of Barry or Maynell ? Young Lasher, he flourishes now through the shaw, And Sauce-box roars out in his kennel. Away we fly, as quick as thought; The new-sown ground soon makes them fault; Cast round the sheep's train, cast round, cast round! Try back the deep lane, — try back, try back! Hark! I hear some hound challenge in yonder .spring sedge; Comfort bitch hits it there, in that old thick hedge. Hark, forward! hark, forward! have at him, my boys! Hark, forward! hark, forward! zounds, don't make a noise! A stormy sky o'ercharged with rain, Both hounds and huntsmen opposes ; In vain on your mettle you try, boys, — in vain,— But down, you must, to your noses. Each moment now the sky grows worse, Enough to make a parson curse: Pick thro' the ploughed ground, pick thro', pick thro'; —		Well hunted, good hounds, — well well hunted, 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. Tally ho! tally ho, there ! across the green plain: Tally ho! tally ho, boys ! have at him again! Thus we ride, whip and spur, for a two-hours' chase, — Our horses go panting and sobbing: Young Madcap and Riot begin now to race,— Ride on, sir, and give him some mobbing. But, hold, — alas ! you'll spoil our sport, For tho' the hound you'll head him short, Clap round him, dear Jack, —clap round, clap round! Hark, Drummer! hark, hark, hark, hark, hark, back! He's jumping and dangling in every bush; Little Riot has fastened his teeth in his brush ! Who-hoop ! who-hoop i he's fairly run down! Who-hoop, &c.