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<DATE>2009-01-06</DATE>
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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B081153.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
<PB N="120" REF="1"><!-- PDF PAGE 1 -->
<HEAD>THE FOX-CHACE: OR, The Hunt&s;mens Harmony, BY THE <HI>Noble Duke of Buckingham's Hounds, &amp;c.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER>To an excellent Tune much in Reque&s;t.</OPENER>
<HEADNOTE>
<P>Licens'd and Enter'd according to Order.</P>
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<P><FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>depiction of hunter blowing the hunting horn</FIGDESC>
</FIGURE></P>
<P><FIGURE>
<P>&mdash;&omacr;&omacr;&omacr;&mdash;&omacr;&omacr;&omacr;&mdash;&omacr;&omacr;&omacr;&mdash;&omacr;&omacr;&omacr;&mdash;&omacr;&omacr;&omacr;&mdash;</P>
<FIGDESC>depiction of hounds chasing to the sound of the hunting horn</FIGDESC>
</FIGURE></P>
<P><FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>depiction of prey</FIGDESC>
</FIGURE></P>
<LG>
<L>ALl in a Morning fair</L>
<L>As I rode to take the Air,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="1 word"> <GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="1 letter">eard &s;ome hollow mo&s;t clearly;</L>
<L>I drew my &s;elf nigher,</L>
<L>To li&s;ten who they were</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="3 letters">t were going a Hunting to early.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I &s;aw they were Gentlemen</L>
<L>Who belong'd to the Duke of <HI>Buckingham,</HI></L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="2 letters">at were going to make there a Tryal;</L>
<L>To run the Hounds of the North,</L>
<L>G<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2+ letters">ing of &s;uch Fame and Worth,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="1 span">d has not the like, without all Denial.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then in <HI>Wreckledale</HI> Scrogs</L>
<L>We threw off our Dogs,</L>
<L>Place where her Lying was likely;</L>
<L>But the like ne'r was &s;een</L>
<L>Since a Hunt&s;man I have been,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="2 letters">r Hounds found a Fox more quickly.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There was <HI>Dido</HI> and <HI>Spanker,</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Younker</HI> was there.</L>
<L>And <HI>Ruler,</HI> that ne'r looks behind him;</L>
<L>There was <HI>Ro&s;e</HI> and <HI>Bonny La&s;s,</HI></L>
<L>Who were always in the Chace;</L>
<L>The&s;e were part of the Hounds that did find him.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Mr. <HI>Tybbals</HI> cries, <HI>Away,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Heark away, heark away.</HI></L>
<L>With that our Foot-hunt&s;men did hear him:</L>
<L><HI>Tom Mo&s;&s;man</HI> cries, <HI>Cod&s;ounds,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Uncouple all your Hounds,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Or el&s;e we &s;hall never come near him.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then <HI>Caper,</HI> and <HI>Counte&s;s,</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Comley</HI> were thrown off,</L>
<L>With <HI>Famous, Thumper</HI> and <HI>Cryer,</HI></L>
<L>And &s;everal good Hounds be&s;ide,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Stoutne&s;s their was try'd,</L>
<L>And not one in the Pack that did tire&punc;</L>
</LG>
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<P><FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>depiction of the hunt</FIGDESC>
</FIGURE></P>
<LG>
<L>Our Hounds came in apace,</L>
<L>And we fell into a Chace:</L>
<L>And thus we pur&s;u'd this poor Creature,</L>
<L>With Engli&s;h and French Horns</L>
<L>We encourag'd our Hounds this Morn,</L>
<L>And our Cry it was greater and greater.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>It could not be expre&s;t</L>
<L>Which Hound ran the be&s;t,</L>
<L>For they ran on a brea&s;t all together,</L>
<L>They ran at &s;uch a rate,</L>
<L>As you have not heard of late,</L>
<L>When they enjoy'd him o're the Vallies together.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then to the Moor he twin'd,</L>
<L>Being clear again&s;t the Wind,</L>
<L>Thinking he might ha' cro&s;s'd it over;</L>
<L>But our Hounds ran &s;o hard</L>
<L>They made this Fox afraid,</L>
<L>And forc'd him to return to his Cover.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Vp the Hills he runs along,</L>
<L>And his Cover was full &s;trong,</L>
<L>But I think he had no great Ea&s;e on't,</L>
<L>For they ran with &s;uch a Cry,</L>
<L>That their Ecchoes made him fly;</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="1 letter">nd I'll a&s;&s;ure you our Sport it was plea&s;ant.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then homeward he hies,</L>
<L>And in <HI>Wreckledale</HI> he lies,</L>
<L>Thinking the Wind it might &s;ave him;</L>
<L>But our Hounds ran him &s;o near</L>
<L>That they po&s;ted him with Fear,</L>
<L>And our Hor&s;emen they did deceive him.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For Squire <HI>Whitcliffe</HI> rode amain,</L>
<L>And he whipt it o're the Plain;</L>
<L>Mr. <HI>Wat&s;on</HI> his Hor&s;e did not favour,</L>
<L>They rode up the highe&s;t Hills,</L>
<L>And down the &s;teepe&s;t Dales,</L>
<L>Expecing his Life for their Labour.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Mr. <HI>Tybbals</HI> rode his Part;</L>
<L>Although this Chace was &s;mart.</L>
<L>Default they were at &s;eldom or never;</L>
<L>But ever by and by</L>
<L>To the Hounds he would cry.</L>
<L><HI>Halloo, halloo, halloo; Heark&punc; away all together.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Tom Mo&s;&s;man</HI> he rode &s;hort,</L>
<L>Yet he help'd us in our Sport.</L>
<L>For he came in both Cur&s;ing and Swearing;</L>
<L>But when it was in his Pow'r,</L>
<L>He cry'd out, <HI>That's our</HI> Lilly, <HI>Whore:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Heark to</HI> Caper-man; <HI>now</HI> Slaughter-man <HI>runs near him.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then to <HI>Skipland</HI> Wood he goes,</L>
<L>Being pur&s;ued by his Foes:</L>
<L>Our Company &s;oon after him did follow;</L>
<L>And <HI>Untarpage</HI> there we had,</L>
<L>Which made our Hunt&s;mens Hearts full glad.</L>
<L>For we gave him many a Holloo.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So the Sport was almo&s;t done,</L>
<L>And the Chace was almo&s;t run,</L>
<L>He thought to ha' cro&s;s'd the River;</L>
<L>But our Hounds being in,</L>
<L>They after him did &s;wim,</L>
<L>And &s;o they de&s;troy'd him for ever.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then <HI>Leppin</HI> took a Horn,</L>
<L>As good as e're was blown,</L>
<L><HI>Tom Mo&s;&s;man</HI> bid him wind his Death then;</L>
<L>The Country People all</L>
<L>Came flocking to his Fall:</L>
<L>This was Honour enough for a French Man.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So <HI>Whoo-up</HI> we proclaim'd,</L>
<L>God ble&s;s the Noble Duke of <HI>Buckingham:</HI></L>
<L>For our Hounds then had gain'd much Glory;</L>
<L>This was the &s;ixth Fox,</L>
<L>That we kill'd above the Rocks;</L>
<L>And there is an end of the Story.</L>
</LG>
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<P><HI>London</HI> Printed by and for <HI>W.O.</HI> and &s;old by the Book&s;ellers of <HI>Pye-corner</HI> and <HI>London-bridge.</HI></P>
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