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Captaine Hvmes Poeticall Musicke

Principally made for two Basse-Viols, yet so contriued, that it may be plaied 8. seuerall waies upon sundry Instruments with much facilitie ...

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The Hunting Song



The Hunting Song

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to be sung to the Bass-Viol.

Come come my hearts a hunting let vs wende
The call in the Morning. All those seuerall tunes must bee drawne together in one Bow. the Hounds do yorne

Come come my hearts a hunting let vs wende, that echoing cries the hils and heauens may rend with shoutes and soundes with shoutes and soundes of hornes and houndes of hornes and hounds

Blow the vncoupling
Why then my lads vncouple, vncouple, vncouple, Kill Bucke, keene Ringwood and Roler, Chaunter and Ioler, Trounser and drummer, Bovvman and Gunner, Acteons hounds vvere nere like these I vveene, Ringvvood and Roler, Chaunter & Ioler, Trounser and Drummer, Bovvman and Gunner, Acteons houndes vvere nere like these I vveene, Acteons hounds vvere nere like these I vveene.

Blow the seeke the hounds are now a hunting
The stagge is novv rovvzde the game is on foote, the game



is on foot, on foote

The Hounds hunt still
Harke, harke, harke Beuty Dainty prates Beuty Dainty prates

the Hounds hunt
the crie is full

the hounds hunt
harke how they holde the crie

the hounds hunt The huntsman rates
but soft the Huntsman rates the huntsman rates

the hunt fals
Clowder hunts Counter and so doth Mountet there all at fault Harke Ringwood spends and makes amends, Ringwood spends and makes amends.

Play loude for Ioler is in.
list of Ioler, a Ioler, a Ioler, a Ioler, a Ioler, a Ioler, a Ioler, a Ioler

the crie is full
thats he, thats he, thats he, ho, ho, ho,

the halow Al the standersby must halow the horne the hunt still
Ioler crost it, else we had lost it. Ioler crost it else wee had lost it, the Bucke is quite spent the Bucke is quite spent, since to soile hee went.



Why heauenlier sport then this there cannot be.

hounds do hunt againe
See Plovvman hath pincht, and Ioler nere flincht, novv vvith full crie, now vvith full crie, they all come frowling, trovvling, trovvling to the fall. vvinde the morte

winde the death of the Buck with horns the hounds do yorne
Oh vvell done there boyes there boyes there, there, there, there boyes, there, there all other sports to these are but toyes.

Here endeth the hunting Song, which was sung before two Kings, to the admiring of all braue Huntsmen.