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OF CHOICE SONGS. 245
Oh ! would'ft thou a^: fo good a part.
My grief might foon be ended.
That beauteous breaft, Co foft to feel,
Seem'd tendernefs all over j
Yet it defends thy heart like fteel
'Gainft thy defpairing lover.
Alas ! tho^ it fnou'd ne'er relent.
Nor Colin's care e'er move thee,
Yet, till life's latell breath is fpent,
My Peggy I muft love thee.
SONG CCLXXIV,
A Favourite Hunting Song.
LAST Valentine's day, when bright Phoebus flione
clear,
I had not been hunting for more than a year,
Taleo, taleo, &a
I mounted black Sloven, o'er the road made hitn
bound,
For I heard hounds challenge, and horns fweetly found,
Taleo, taleo, &c.
Hallo into covert. Old Anthony cries.
No fooner he fpoke but the fox, Sir, he (pies,
Taleo, &c.
This being the fignal, he then crack'd his whip,
Taleo was the word, and away he did leap,
Taleo, &c.
Then up rides Dick Dawfon, who car'd not a pin,
He fprung at the drain, but his horfe tumbled in,
Taleo, &c
And as he crept out, why he fpy'd the old ren,
With his tongue hanging out ftealing home to his den,
Taleo, &c,
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