SONG CXVIII. The Ecchoing Horn in THOMAS and SALLY

The Ecchoing Horn calls the Sportsmen abroad: To Horse my brave Boys and a way. The Morning is up and the Cry of the Hounds. Upbraids our too tedicus Delay; What Pleasures we seel in pursuing the Fox, O'er Hill and o'er Valley he fles; Then follow, we'll scon overtake him, Huzza! the Traitor is seiz'd on and Dies; He Dies the Traitor is seiz'd on and Dies; Then follow, we'll soon overtake him, Huzza! the Traitor is seiz'd on and Dies.

Triumphant returning at Night with the Spoil, Like Bacchanals shouting and Gay; How sweet with a Bottle and Lass to refresh, And lose the Fatigues of the Day; With Sport, Love, and Wine fickle Fortune defy, Dull Wisdom all Happiness sours; Since Life is no more than a Passage at best, Let's strew the Way over with Flow're With Flow'rs Let's strew &c.