THE THREE JOVIAL HUNTSMEN

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IT’S of three jovial huntsmen, an’ a hunting they did go;

An’ they hunted, an’ they hollo’d, an’ they blew their horns also

Look ye there!

An’ one said, “Mind yo’r e’en, an’ keep yo’r noses reet i’ th’ wind

An’ then, by scent or seet, we’ll leet o’ summat to our mind.”

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They hunted, an’ they hollo’d, an’ the first thing they did find

Was a tatter’t boggart, in a field, an’ that they left behind.

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One said it was a boggart, an’ another he said “Nay;

It’s just a ge’man-farmer, that has gone an’ lost his way.”

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They hunted, an’ they hollo’d, an’ the next thing they did find

Was a gruntin’, grindin’ grindlestone, an’ that they left behind.

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One said it was a grindlestone, another he said “Nay;

It’s nought but an’ owd fossil cheese, that somebody’s roll’t away.”

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They hunted, an’ they hollo’d, an’ the next thing they did find

Was a bull-calf in a pin-fold, an’ that, too, they left behind.

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One said it was a bull-calf, an’ another he said “Nay;

It’s just a painted jackass, that has never larnt to bray.”

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They hunted, an’ they hollo’d, an’ the next thing they did find

Was a two-three children leaving school, an’ these they left behind.

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One said that they were children, but another he said “Nay;

They’re no but little angels, so we’ll leave ’em to their play.”

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They hunted, an’ they hollo’d, an’ the next thing they did find

Was a fat pig smiling in a ditch, an’ that, too, they left behind.

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One said it was a fat pig, but another he said “Nay;

It’s just a Lunnon Alderman, whose clothes are stole away.”

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They hunted, an’ they hollo’d, an’ the next thing they did find

Was two young lovers in a lane, an’ these they left behind.

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One said that they were lovers, but another he said “Nay;

They’re two poor wanderin’ lunatics—come, let us get away.”

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So they hunted, an’ they hollo’d, till the setting of the sun;

An’ they’d nought to bring away at last, when th’ huntin’-day was done.

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Then one unto the other said, “This huntin’ doesn’t pay;

But we’n powler’t up an’ down a bit, an’ had a rattlin’ day.”

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