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A Song in a Play called Hide-Parke.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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A Song in a Play called Hide-Parke.

1

Come Muses all that dwel nigh the fountain,
Made by the winged horses heel,
Which firked with his Rider over each mountain,
Let me your galloping raptures feel:
I do not sing of fleas or frogs,
Nor of the well mouthed hunting dogs;
Let me be just, all praises must
Be given to the wel-breath'd Iilian thrust.

2

Young Constable and kill Deers famous,
The Cat, the Mouse, and Noddy Gray,
With nimble Pegabrig you cannot shame us
With Spanjard nor with Spinola:
Hill climbing whit-erose, praise doth not lack,
Handsome Dunbar, and yellow Jack:
But if I be just, all praises must
Be given to the well-breathed Iilian thrust.

3

Sure spurred sloven, true running Robin,
Of young Shaver I do not say lesse,
Strawberry Some, and let Spider pop in,
Fine Bruckly and brave lurching Besse,

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Victorious too was Herring Shotten,
And spit in his Arse was not forgotten,
But if I be just, all honour must
Be given to well breathed Iilian thrust.

4

Lusty George, and Gentleman hark yet,
To wining Mackarel, fine mouthed Freak,
Bay Tarral that won the cup at New-market,
Thundring tempest, black dragon eak,
Precious sweetlips I do not lose,
Nor Tobie with his golden shooes;
But if I be just, all honour must
Be given to well-breathed Iilian thrust.