being a collection of celebrated English, and Scotch songs

•»El3A Hunting Song by jyLc. Casey.D P |> M1?^Nw#iiipS145'1Ihe Hounds are all out, >ut, and the Morning does peep: why,, how now, you^cir r ill^ p M^f^Aw'5?fluggardly ^Sot. sot.How canyou, how canjrou canyou lie fhoring lnonng afleep, alLeep, while we all a/c ni^zlftjH[ p\\\ ffli g4r ^ j g c c ge cirr^Horfeback have got,braveBoys,^iwhile we all a Horfeback have got77I cannot get up, for the over-nights Cup,So terribly liesin my Head:Befide, my Wife cries; My Dear, do not rife,But cuddle me longer a-bed.Dear Boy, But cuddle, l$c.Come > on with jrour BootSj and Saddle your Mare,Nor tire us with longer Delay:The Cry of the Hounds, and the fight of the Hare,WiR chafe all our Vapours away.Brave Boys, Will chafe, ^c.,\iiPdxttb .gr%i, n[gffligipgf$fTfffritlrtrirM flrtegi iI#fe e>?zd ofm& fir/t Pmij