See Ruddy Aurora

See ruddy Aurora begins to appear, And chaces from hence the dull night, The huntsmen are up and the hounds 'gin to chear. Ye gods what a glorious sight, Yoicks,

Jowler and Sweetlips, hark forward away! Tantara we'll hail the sweet morn, To join in such pastimes no longer delay, But follow the sound of the horn.

The fox is unearth'd, and the chace is begun, Pursuing is each hound and steed, He doubles, and tries by his cunning to shun, His fate, and now skims o'er the mead, There closely pursued, by the river he aims To escape to the other side lawn, But, alas! he's o'erta'en, and the huntsman proclaims His death, by the sound of the horn.

Then while all your coxcombs and sweet-scented beaus, Who delight in the noise of the town, Hunt fashion and folly and such foolish shews, In pursuit of which oft they are thrown; Like them where such stupid dull pastime abounds, So idly to waste time we scorn, But pursue rosy health, whilst with horses and hounds We follow the sound of the horn.