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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1901 Excerpt:... is both dull and slow, He has eat up all my hay, And spoiled all my straw, Nor cither is he fit at all, To draw with my team, Take him and whip him, Is now my masters theme Poor old horse, poor old horse; To the huntsman now he shall go, His old hide and shoes, Likewise his tender carcass, The hounds will not refuse, His body that so swiftly, Has run so many miles, Over hedges, ditches, brooks, And cleared bridges, gates, & styles, Poor old horse, poor old horse. Ballad. Hunting Song1 Come listen all you sportsmen gay, who love to run a hare, sirs, A story of a course I'll tell, whose truth I do declare, sirs::Tis of a famous stout game hare, which lay near Lonsbro' town, sirs, Who beating every greyhound there, had challenged great renown, sirs. 1 This song is of very ancient date; the author of it was said to ie a Mr. Perry, the clergyman of Nunburnholme, a village in the East Riding of Yorkshire, who, resembling many clergymen of the present day, was, no doubt, a good sportsman, a good parson, and a very good fellow after all. The town of Lonsborough, a seat of ihe Duke of Devonshire, was always celebrated for stout running hares. At length the squire of Methills-hall, heard of this hare by hap, sirs, And swore to all his company, he'd single run Blue Cap, sirs; At which they laughed, and jeering said, 'He never would come nigh her.' 'My friends!' cried he, 'whate'er my chance, I am resolved to try 'her.' So off they rode, a gallant band, to seek this famous hare, sirs, Who often in a stone-pit lay, and sure they found her there, sirs--So up she got! and off they went, quite o'er the dale so clever, And brave Squire Hewitt cried aloud, 'My Blue Cap, now or never!' And when they got upon plain ground, swift Blue Cap turn'd her there, sirs, But still...