The Female Hunter

Sweet scented beau and a simpering young cit,
And artful attorney, a rake, and a wit,
Set out on the chace in a persuit of her heart,
Whilst Chloe disdainfully laugh?d at their art;
And rous?d by the hounds to meet the sweet horn,
Tantivy, tantivy, tantivy she follow?d the echoing horn.
The echoing horn, the echoing horn, the echoing horn,
Tantivy she follow?d the echoing horn.

Wit swore by his fancy, the beau by his face,
The lawyer with quibble set out on the chace,
The cit with exactne?s made up his account,
The rake told his conquersts how vast the account;
She laugh?d at their follies, and blithe as the morn,
Tantivy she follow?d the echoing horn.
The echoing horn, &c.

Their clamorous noise rais?d a jolly young swain,
Hark forward, he cry?d the bounc?d over the plain,
He distanc?d the wit, eit, quibble and beau,
And won the fair nymph with hallo, hillio;
Now together they sing a sweet hymn to the morn,
Tantivy they follow the echoing horn.
The echoing horn, &c.