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Hunting Songs

by R. E. Egerton-Warburton

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Charade.

The Squire, on his Grey,
Has been hunting all day,
So at night let him drown his fatigue in the bowl;
But ere quenching his thirst,
To get rid of my first,
Let him call for my second to bring him my whole.