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HUNTING THE HARE. |
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2. Now they've lost him and now they're finding him,
Now he's winding 'em round by the stack ! Hark! the horn! To the height we follow'em,
Cheer and holloa 'em for'ard or back. Ne'er such a frisker at fate cocked a whisker,
Or bustled us brisker, than yonder old Jack. One more double across the stubble,
And he's in trouble and tossed by the pack. 1 lay and grey are away to the stable,
And jovial hunters the table attack ; Meat we're munching and oats they're crunching,
And pails they empty and bottles we crack ! Here's to the Master! no fairer or faster
I o sti ilv the heady or screw up the slack ' Hi re's to the Hunt! and our glasses a-jingle
With joy commingle—and here's to the Pack ! |
2. Dacw'r gwta o blith y twmpathau,
Drwy'r grug a'r cithin fcl awel o wynt; Ffwrdd d'r hclwyr fel mcllt a tharanau,
A ffwrdd cVr helgwn yn gyflytn—yn gynt: Dros glawddy mynyddfrt hediadp'wden,
A throi ar ifyny, ar aswy a de, Dros y Lledwyn a thrwy Fwlch-y-fedwen,
A phawb yn dilyn, keb wybod i bU.
3. 0, mot ddifyr i'r dyrfa, ar dcrfyn
Y dyddj yw owrddyd 0 amgylch y bwrdd; lack awdon a gludodd i'w canlyn,
V, wn hoen, bob gofal a go/id i ffwrdd, Prid yw i'rprydydd roi can i'r Pencynydd,
A moledpob helyddy Llyivyddyn lion; Mawl i'r geinach mwy do ar gynnydd.
Hen gamp ysblennydd, ddihenyddyw Hon. |
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H. 4868. |
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