THE FOX-CHACE: OR, The huntsmen's Harmony, BY THE Noble Duke of Buckingham's Hounds, etc.  
To an excellent Tune much in Request.  
Licenced and Entered according to Order.  
 depiction of hunter blowing the hunting horn  

— ōōō— ōōō— ōōō— ōōō— ōōō—   depiction of hounds chasing to the sound of the hunting horn  
 depiction of prey  

ALl in a Morning fair  
As I road to take the Air,  
〈◊〉 ●eard some hollow most clearly;  
I drew myself nigher,  
To listen who they were  
●●●t were going a Hunting to early.   

I saw they were Gentlemen  
Who belonged to the Duke of Buckingham,  
●●at were going to make there a Trial;  
To run the Hounds of the North,  
G●●…ing of such Fame and Worth,  
〈…〉 d has not the like, without all Denial.   

Then in Wreckledale Scrogs  
We threw off our Dogs,  
Place where her Lying was likely;  
But the like ne'er was seen  
Since a Huntsman I have been,  
●●r Hounds found a Fox more quickly.   

There was Dido and Spanker,  
And Younker was there.  
And Ruler, that ne'er looks behind him;  
There was Rose and Bonny Lass,  
Who were always in the Chase;  
These were part of the Hounds that did find him.   

Mr. Tybbals cries, Away,  
Hark away, hark away.  
With that our Foot-huntsmen did hear him:  
Tom Mossman cries, Codsounds,  
Uncouple all your Hounds,  
Or else we shall never come near him.   

Then Caper, and Countess,  
And Comely were thrown off,  
With Famous, Thumper and Crier,  
And several good Hounds beside,  
Whose Stoutness their was tried,  
And not one in the Pack that did tyre▪   
 depiction of the hunt  

Our Hounds came in apace,  
And we fell into a Chase:  
And thus we pursued this poor Creature,  
With English and French Horns  
We encouraged our Hounds this Morn,  
And our Cry it was greater and greater.   

It could not be expressed  
Which Hound ran the best,  
For they ran on a breast all together,  
They ran at such a rate,  
As you have not heard of late,  
When they enjoyed him o'er the Valleys together.   

Then to the Moor he twined,  
Being clear against the Wind,  
Thinking he might ha' crossed it over;  
But our Hounds ran so hard  
They made this Fox afraid,  
And forced him to return to his Cover.   

Up the Hills he runs along,  
And his Cover was full strong,  
But I think he had no great Ease on't,  
For they ran with such a Cry,  
That their Echoes made him fly;  
●nd I'll assure you our Sport it was pleasant.   

Then homeward he hies,  
And in Wreckledale he lies,  
Thinking the Wind it might save him;  
But our Hounds ran him so near  
That they posted him with Fear,  
And our Horsemen they did deceive him.   

For Squire Whitcliffe road amain,  
And he whipped it o'er the Plain;  
Mr. Watson his Horse did not favour,  
They road up the highest Hills,  
And down the steepest Dales,  
Expecing his Life for their Labour.   

Mr. Tybbals road his Part;  
Although this Chase was smart.  
Default they were at seldom or never;  
But ever by and by  
To the Hounds he would cry.  
Halloo, halloo, halloo; Hark▪ away all together.   

Tom Mossman he road short,  
Yet he helped us in our Sport.  
For he came in both Cursing and Swearing;  
But when it was in his Power,  
He cried out, That's our Lily, Whore:  
Hark to Caper-man; now Slaughterman runs near him.   

Then to Skipland Wood he goes,  
Being pursued by his Foes:  
Our Company soon after him did follow;  
And Untarpage there we had,  
Which made our huntsmen's Hearts full glad.  
For we gave him many a Holloo.   

So the Sport was almost done,  
And the Chase was almost run,  
He thought to ha' crossed the River;  
But our Hounds being in,  
They after him did swim,  
And so they destroyed him for ever.   

Then Leppin took a Horn,  
As good as e'er was blown,  
Tom Mossman bid him wind his Death then;  
The Country People all  
Came flocking to his Fall:  
This was Honour enough for a French Man.   

So Whoo-up we proclaimed,  
God bless the Noble Duke of Buckingham:  
For our Hounds then had gained much Glory;  
This was the sixth Fox,  
That we killed above the Rocks;  
And there is an end of the Story.    

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