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HUNTING SONG.
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Ye darksome Woods where Echo dwells,Where every bud with freedom swells
To meet the glorious day:
The morning breaks; again rejoice;
And with old Ringwood's well-known voice
Bid tuneful Echo play.
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We come, ye Groves, ye Hills, we come:The vagrant Fox shall hear his doom,
And dread our jovial train.
The shrill Horn sounds, the courser flies,
While every Sportsman joyful cries,
“There's Ringwood's voice again.”
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Ye Meadows, hail the coming throng,Ye peaceful Streams that wind along,
Repeat the Hark-away:
Far o'er the Downs, ye Gales that sweep,
The daring Oak that crowns the steep,
The roaring peal convey.
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The chiming notes of cheerful Hounds,Hark! how the hollow Dale resounds;
The sunny Hills how gay.
But where's the note, brave Dog, like thine
Then urge the Steed, the chorus join,
'Tis Ringwood leads the way.
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