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The Dusky Night
The dusky night rides down the sky,
And ushers in the morn,
The hounds all join in jovial cry,
The huntsman winds his horn.
And a hunting we will go,
And a hunting we will go,
And a hunting we will go,
And a hunting we will go,
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.
Yet a hunting we will go, etc.
Sly Reynard now like lightening flies,
And sweeps across the vale,
But when the hounds too near he espies,
He drops his bushy tail.
Then a hunting we will go, etc.
Fond echoes seems to like the sport,
And joins the jovial cry,
The woods and hills the sound retort,
And music fills the sky.
Then a hunting we will go, etc.
At last his strength to faintness worn,
Poor Reynard ceases flight,
Then hungry homeward we return,
To feast a way the night.
And a drinking we will go, etc.
Ye jovial hunters in the morn,
Prepare then for the chase,
Rise at the sounding of the horn,
And health with sport embrace.
When a hunting we will go, etc.
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