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The ROYAL CHACE.

On its being inserted in the Papers, that the K*** had killed Forty-seven Boars with his own Hand.

God prosper long our noble King,
Our Lives and Safeties all;
A famous Hunting once there did
In H---n---r befall.
The K--- rode out attended well,
By many a gallant Peer;
In comely Order all array'd,
With Bow and warlike Spear:
A glorious Sight! and as they rode,
The K--- a Vow did make,
That he would then, in G---r---n Woods,
His Royal Pastime take;
In Hunting of the foaming Boar,
Sure ne'er was fitter Place;
Odzooks! could you but then have seen,
The Joy in ev'ry Face.

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The Chace began—but here's a Blank,
I can't describe the Sport;
I was not there upon my Word,
I stay'd behind at Court:
But sure it must be dreadful Work,
If what is said be true;
How G--- with his own Hand no less,
Than Seven and Forty slew:
The Bells did ring, the Boys did shout,
And run about like wild;
The People's Hearts were all right glad,
And Y---r---h's Countess smil'd;
Quo' she, how greatly blest am I,
In such a Man of Might?
Who if such Feats could do To-day,
What may'nt I hope at Night?
St. George he is for England,
St. Dennis is for France;
Now sing, brave Boys, God bless the King,
Honi soit qui mal y pense.