SONG. (The sweet rosy morning)

The sweet rosy morning Peeps over the hills, With blushes adorning The meadows and fields; The merry merry merry horn Calls come come come away, Awake from your slumber, And hail the new day. The stag rous'd before us, Away seems to sly, And pants to the chorus Of hounds in full cry; Then follow follow follow follow The mufical chace, Where pleasure and vigour, With health you embrace. The day's sports are over, Makes blood circle right, And gives the brisk lover Fresh charins for the night, Then let us, let us now enjoy All we can while we may, Let love crown the night As our sports crown the day.