Somersetshire Hunting Song

Melody -

Traditional ballad from Somersetshire

There's no pleasures can compare
Wi' the hunting o' the hare,
In the morning, in the morning,
In fine and pleasant weather.
Chorus:
With our hosses and our hounds,
We will scamps it o'er the grounds,
|: And sing traro, huzza! :|
And sing traro, brave boys, we will foller.

2. And when poor puss arise,
Then away from us she flies;
And we'll gives her, boys, we'll gives her,
One thundering and loud holler!
Chorus:

3. And when poor puss is killed,
We'll retires from the field;
And we'll count boys, and we'll count
On the same good ren to-morrer.
Chorus:

This song is given as a curious specimen of the dialect still spoken in some parts of that county. Though the song is a genuine peasant's ditty, it is heard in other circles, and frequently roared out at hunting dinners.

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