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C.J.S.

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1

Mess Parson Hogg shall now maintain,

The burden of my song, Sir,

A single life, perforce he led,

Of constitution strong, Sir.

Sing, tally-ho! sing, tally-ho!

Sing, tally-ho! why zounds, Sir,

He mounts his mare, to hunt the hare,

Sing tally-ho! the hounds, Sir.

2

And every day he goes to Mass,

He first draws on the boot, Sir,

That should the beagles chance to pass,

He might join in pursuit, Sir!

Sing tally-ho! &c.

3

That Parson little loveth prayer,

And Pater, night and morn, Sir,

For bell and book, hath little care

But dearly loves the horn, Sir.

Sing tally-ho! &c.

4

S. Stephen's Day, this holy man

He went a pair to wed, Sir,

When as the Service he began

Puss by the Church-yard sped, Sir.

Sing tally-ho! &c.

5

He shut his book, Come on, he said,

I'll pray and bless no more, Sir,

He drew his surplice o'er his head

And started for the door, Sir

Sing tally-ho! &c.

6

In pulpit Parson Hogg was strong,

He preached without a book, Sir,

And to the point, and never long,

And this the text he took, Sir,

"O tally-ho! O tally-ho!

Dearly beloved—zounds, Sir

I mount my mare to hunt the hare,

Singing tally-ho! the hounds, Sir!"