THE
Dusky Night

Printed and Sold by J. Pitts. 14, Great St.
Andrew Street, Seven Dials.

THE dusky night rides down the sky,
and ushers in the morn,
The hounds all make a jovial cry,
The huntsman winds his horn.
Then a hunting we will go, &c

The wife around her husband throws,
Her arms to make him stay,
My dear it hails, it rains, it blows,
You cannot hunt to day,
But a hunting we will go, &c.

The uncavern'd fox like lightening flies,
His cunning's all awake,
To gain the race he eager tries,
His forfeit life's the stake,
When a hunting we do go, &c:

Arouz'd e'en echo huntress turns,
And madly shouts her joy,
The sportsman's breast enraptured burns,
The chace can never cloy.
Then a hunting we will go, &c.

Despairing mark he seeks the tide,
His heart must now prevail,
Hark ! shouts the miscreant's death betide
His speed his cunning fail.
Then a hunting we will go, &c,

For lo ! his strength to faintness worn,
The hounds arrest his flight,
When hungry homewards we return,
TO feast away the night,
Then a drinking we will go, &c.