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HUNTING-SONG FOR 1839
NAUSHON
Ye hunters of New England
Who bear the rusty guns
Your fathers shot the redcoats with,
And left them to their sons!
With all your firelocks blaze away
Before the bucks are gone,
As you aim at the game
In the woods of old Naushon,
Where the shot are flying right and left
In the woods of old Naushon.
Who bear the rusty guns
Your fathers shot the redcoats with,
And left them to their sons!
With all your firelocks blaze away
Before the bucks are gone,
As you aim at the game
In the woods of old Naushon,
Where the shot are flying right and left
In the woods of old Naushon.
Our sportsmen are proverbial
Among the ducks and loons,
And greatly feared of quadrupeds,
From mammoths down to coons.
With double barrels loaded high,
Their triggers both are drawn,
As they clang and they bang
In the woods of old Naushon,
Where the bucks are leaping through the leaves
In the woods of old Naushon.
Among the ducks and loons,
And greatly feared of quadrupeds,
From mammoths down to coons.
With double barrels loaded high,
Their triggers both are drawn,
As they clang and they bang
In the woods of old Naushon,
Where the bucks are leaping through the leaves
In the woods of old Naushon.
New England's trusty sportsmen
Shall leave their wives so dear,
To hunt with our brave Governor
For many a happy year.
Then, then, ye gallant gentlemen,
When ancient corks are drawn,
Fill the toast to the host
In the hall of old Naushon,
While the wine is flowing bright and free
In the hall of old Naushon.
Shall leave their wives so dear,
To hunt with our brave Governor
For many a happy year.
Then, then, ye gallant gentlemen,
When ancient corks are drawn,
Fill the toast to the host
In the hall of old Naushon,
While the wine is flowing bright and free
In the hall of old Naushon.
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