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The Boar Hunt. PRICE ONE PENNY. Copies of this very popular song can always be had in the POET'S Box All kinds of Music supplied to order on moderate terms. Tune-Original. See the bright sunbeam of gold lights the mountain, Soon will he gild both the morass and flood; Now the wild boar drinks from nature's clear fountain, Soon will the javelin reek in his blood. Hark! the horn calls away, and starts the wild boar, Then boldly we follow through forest, o'er moor, While our dogs bay loud and our horses neigh, Thro' brush-wood and danger-hark! on and away! While our dogs bay loud and our horses neigh, Thro' brush-wood and danger-hark! on and away! To hunt the boar, whose roar's as loud As nature's rude trumpet, a bursting cloud. Together and loud as Jove cracking thunder, We dash thro' the thicket, and swim thro' the flood; Strange animals rush from coverts in wonder, Birds to the air call away their young brood. Hark! the yager's blast!-the boar's in sight!- Our dogs gather round him! he turns to the fight! But our dogs fall back from his tusk at bay, Then again to the chase hark on and away. To hunt the boar, &c. Thunder he's roaring! like lightning we're flying! The dogs again grapple, again he's at bay; The jav'lins fix him; but, though he is dying, Dogs he throws from him till lifeless they lay. Hark! the horn sounds his knell, and gathers the band; With jav'lins rais'd, round the carcase we stand; Then, mounting our steeds, right homeward we stray, Till next morning's sunbeam shall call us away. To hunt the boar, &c. Songs sent to any part of the country on receipt of postage stamps for the number required, along with an extra stamp to ensure a free return per post. Immediate despatch may be relied upon. LIST OF NEWEST SONGS. The ruined cottage Stump speech Riding in a donkey car Simple Simon Oh, my, my story it is true Merchant of Venice Paddle your own canoe Bingen on the Rhine God bless the Prince of Wales Mary Queen of Scots Am I right, or any other man Alonzo the brave The three fishers It's wonderful how we do it, but we do Return o' the Gallowgate lad Special constables Green parasol Organ grinder Ill-used organ man Railway porter Nil desperandum 'll live as long as I can Jemmy Riddle Johnny, I hardly knew ye Land of green ginger Charming little Sal Father, come home Gipsy countess I cannot sing the old songs Think of your head in the morning 'Tis hard to give the hand Try a little dancing Rattling mare and I Rothesay road Row upon the stairs Village blacksmith Mocking bird Father's love Sal and Methusalam Six magnificent bricks The widower that leeves on our stair Songs, Parodies, and Epitaphs written by the Poet on the shortest notice. Terms, 2s 6d and upwards. Saturday morning, Aug. 21, 1869.
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1869 shelfmark: L.C.1269(164a)
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