The Round Tower ; or, The Chieftains of Ireland A New Ballet Pantomime |
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The Round Tower ; or, The Chieftains of Ireland | ||
SCENE XIV.
A Wood. Enter Huntsmen.HUNTSMENS'
GLEE.
Hark! the sprightly bugle horn,
Loud laughs each milder note to scorn;
Sun beams spangle bright the spear,
And fill the prowling wolf with fear:
While echo counts in tales of mirth,
The crimson'd stains that paint the earth.
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