CHORUS.

Then hark, in the morn, to the call of the horn,
And join with the jovial crew;

While the feafon invites, with all its delights,
The health-giving chace to purfue,

How charming the fight when Aurora first dawns,
To fee the bright beagles spread over the lawns;
To welcome the fun, now returning to rest,
Their matins they chaunt as they merrily queft.
CHO. Then hark, in the morn, &c.

But oh how each bofom with transport it fills,
To start just as Phoebus peeps over the hills;
While joyous from valley to valley refounds
The flouts of the hunters and cry of the hounds.
CHо. Then hark, in the morn, &c.

See how the brave hunters, with courage elate, Fly hedges or ditches, or top the barr'd gate; Borne by their bold courfers no dangers they fear, And give to the winds all vexation and care.

CHO. Then hark, in the morn, &c,

Ye cits, for the chace quit the joys of the town,
And fcorn the dull pleasure of fleeping in down
Uncertain your toil, or for honor or wealth,
Our's fill is repaid with Contentment and Health.

Cuo. Then hark, in the morn, &c.

A FAVORITE HUNTING SONG.

COMPOSED BY MR. MOULDS.

WHEN

HEN Aurora is up, the fweet goddess of day,
And Apollo from Thetis's breaft,

The fleet-footed hare fteals fwiftly away,

And the fweet-fhrilling lark leaves her neft.

CHORUS.

Then arise, my brave boys, to the health-giving chace,
And hail the gay nymph of the morn;

No care in your breast shall ever take place
While you follow the found of the horn.

Sure no fport on earth fuch a pleasure can yield,
No joy to the chace can compare;

What profpect fo bright as to view the gay field,
Or tafte of the fweet morning air.

CHO. Then arife, my brave boys, &c.

We thus spend our lives in a round of delight,
While rapture beams bright in each eye;
Our fav'rites we toat with bumpers at night,
And thus fickle Fortune defy.

Cao. Then arife, my brave boys, &c.

HUNTING SONG.

POOR

VULCA N.

HE moment Aurora peep'd into my room,

THE

I put on my cloaths, and I call'd for my groom; Will Whistle by this had uncoupl'd the hounds, Which lively and mettlefome frisk'd o'er the grounds. And now we're all faddl'd ;-fleet dapple and grey, Seem'd longing to hear the glad found,―hark, away!

II.

'Twas now by the clock about five in the morn,
When we all gallop'd off to the found of the horn ;-
Jack Gater, Bill Babler, and Dick at the Goose,
When all of a fudden out starts Mistress Pufs:
Men, horses, and dogs-not a moment would stay,
And echo was heard to cry-hark! hark, away!

III.

The course was a fine one, he took o'er the plain,
Which the doubl'd and doubl'd, and doubl'd again;
Till at last fhe to cover return'd out of breath,
And I and Will Whistle were in at the death:
Then, in triumph for you, I the hare did difplay,
And cry'd to the horns, my boys,-hark! hark, away,

Duets, &c.

OLD

DUET.

LD Chiron thus preach'd to his pupil ACHILLES; I'll tell you, young gentleman, what the fate's will is,

You, my boy, must go

(The Gods will have it fo)

To the Siege of TROY,

Thence never to return to Greece again,
But before thofe walls to be flain.

Ne'er let your noble courage be caft down;
But, all the while you lie before the town,

Drink and drive care away, drink and be merry,
You'll ne'er go the fooner to the Stygian ferry.

DUET.

CHAPLET.

DAMON AND PASTORA.

Damon.

ROM flow'r to flow'r, his joy to change,

FROM

Flirts yonder wanton bee;

From fair to fair thus will 1 range,

And I'll be ever free.