Fox Hunt Yarn

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Fox Hunt Yarn

This my adventure is no hoax;

I mounted horse to hunt a fox,

The cunning beast got into cover,

Hunting him we rode all over.

But my fine horse he stumbling fell

Down to the bottom of the well,

And thus the noble beast was slain.

My comrades scattered o’er the plain,

Knew not that in the depths profound

I was in deep hole underground;

While o’er broad fields they proudly course,

I was laying on my dead horse.

And from thence did often yell,

But no one came near to that well;

The carcass soon it did ferment,

And from it there went a strong scent,

Which attracted flock of buzzards,

And down they came to fill their gizzards;

Around four of them I did cling,

And made them fly aloft on wing.

But they flew higher than I wanted,

Though T was still quite undaunted;

I first let one buzzard slip,

Then another on downward trip,

’Till I arrived all safe and sound,

Without a scratch on solid ground,

But now no man can ever coax

Me to go hunting of a fox.