The American Songster, Song

A Sweet scented beau and a simp'ring young cit, An artful attorney, a rake and a wit, Set out on the chace in pursuit of her heart, Whilst Chloe disdainfully laugh'd at their art, And rouz'd by the hounds to meet the sweet morn, Tantivy, she follow'd the echoing horn.

Wit swore by his fancy, the beau by his face, The lawyer with quibble set out on the chace, The cit, with exactness made up his account, The rake told his conquests, how vast the amount; She laugh'd at the follies, and blith as the morn, Tantivy, she follow'd the echoing horn.

Their clamorous noise rouz'd a jolly young swain, Hark forward, he cry'd, then bounc'd o'er the plain, He distanc'd the wit, the cit, quibble and beau, And won the fair nymph with hollo hillio; Now together they sing a sweet hymn to the morn, Tantivy, they follow the echoing horn.