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THE POINT.
Toho, Ponto! Toho! steady Carlo, toho!
Pray walk up Sir! walk up, or the game will be gone,
The old Dog will not move Sir, pray speedily go,
Or you'll not get a shot; or, if any, but one.
Pray walk up Sir! walk up, or the game will be gone,
The old Dog will not move Sir, pray speedily go,
Or you'll not get a shot; or, if any, but one.
Old Ponto's in earnest; no wag of his tail,
No doubt of the game, Sir, he's not at a lark;—
He never deceives me, he never can fail;—
Take aim with precision, consider your mark.
No doubt of the game, Sir, he's not at a lark;—
He never deceives me, he never can fail;—
Take aim with precision, consider your mark.
Now see the keen Sportsman in breathless suspense,
Moves forward in haste, stirring every joint;
He looks for the game—Has it got to the fence?
Still Ponto's in earnest—he's come to the Point.
Moves forward in haste, stirring every joint;
He looks for the game—Has it got to the fence?
Still Ponto's in earnest—he's come to the Point.
But the Point I must come to, ye Sportsmen, is this,
If ye seek but affection with half as much zeal,
Ye will certainly find matrimonial bliss,
Is the best point to come to, the best for your weal.
If ye seek but affection with half as much zeal,
Ye will certainly find matrimonial bliss,
Is the best point to come to, the best for your weal.
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