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T44326 ONE Valentine's Day in the Morning, / bright Phoebus began to appear, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 600 3: 601 Princely Diversion, or the Jovial Hunting Match, Printer L. How 1741-1741

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ONE Valentines Day in the Morning, bright Phoebus began to appear, Sir William Cook winding his Horn And was going a hunting the hare, Says Handford uncouple our Beagles, And let them go questing along For loose her or win her, we must go to dinner Or else they will think me long, Says Handford i pray now forbare si[r] And talk not of Dinner so soon For ive not been a hunting this Year And how can you give over by Noon Black Sloven shall warm your bay Robin And make him go Smoacking along, Bonny Dick shall nor Gallop so quick If we light of a Hare that is strong, Well Handford said the good Esquire, I mean to show you a trick I value not hedges nor Ditches But Ill let you know bonny Dick Then hie for the Closom-Bow-Field, We shall get her Ten thousand to one, Theres Wonder, lays hard upon Thunder Away, oer away she is gone.
The Morning was pleasant all over So bright and so clear was the Sky, We made all the Woods for to roar, With the Noise of our sweet harmony, It was for the space of three Hours We held all our Horses to speed Black sloven held hard to bay Robin But Yet could not do the deed, It was about Nine in the morning We sounded our first passing Bell sir William pray put up your horn For another Fresh Hare will do wel Well Handford said the good Esquire What think you of my bonny Dick does think thou can make him to tire or not for to Gallop so quick, Faith Master I needs must Confess, That i fear i was boasting to soon But hie for another fresh Hare And your Dick should have dinnd by noon Well Handford have at your black sloven Ill make him in Purple to Ride And if he does offer to tire Ill certainly Liquor your hide
You serve him right well says Jack Wilson for he has taunting at me I never was beat in the field so for a fresh a Hare let us see for here is some Closes of Corn see wel[l] at your place eery one Then Master pray pull out your horn, for away, oer away, she is gone Young Blue b[e]ll he cryd is before And she cryd it all over the Lane And after her 12 Couple more thus they rattld it over the Plain Bonny Dick playd with his Bridle, And went at a desperate rate Come Handford Pox take you youre idle Must i open you the Gate O, your humble Servant good Master, But I will not die in your debt You shall find black sloven go faster for now he begins for to sweet Thrers Wonder and thunder and dido. And merry-lass sweetly runs on, Theres Younger old Ranter Trantaive But Beauty she leads the vain: She headed them stoutly and bravely. Just up into Suttons-close field, Black sloven began to grow heavy And made a fair offer to yield Jack Wilson came swinging before so well did bay Robin maintain, And after him bonny Dick scourd black sloven was spurd in vain but had the Luck and good chance. for to go now and then by the string she led us a delicate dance. but as we came by the Last ring. A fresh Hare duce take her was started We neer was so vexed before And eey we could make Em forsake her We run her two Miles or more
And then we left Sir William Cooke for to Ponder upon the old hare Who presently lept oer a brook, And a desperate leap I declare he had not got past a mile the Gunning old Gipsy he spyd Was making back to her old file, then away, oer away he cryd. Away oer away my brave boys and merrily winded his horn o[u]r beadles all tosd up their heads and they soon made a speedy return and drawing just up to the point. Where this Cunning young Gipsy had ru[n] You never saw better Dogs hunt For life underneath the Sun! Now there was Tantive and Ranter They sounded their last passing bell And Wilson made moan unto Handford A Cup of Old-Hock will do well And Handford cryd Master ride faster For now i begin to grow cool With Swet all my cloaths are as wet As if i had been in some Pool Were not those 2 dainty fine Pusses They held us from 7 to one We scourd thro Hedges and Bushes So merrily we run on And as for the praise of these Hounds And horses too that Gallop so free My Pen would not bring it to sound, If time would allow it to be Now Gallants i bid you farewell For i fear your Patience ive tryd And hie for a Glass of good Ale, That Peotry may be admird And heres a good health to the Sportman That hunts with the horn and the hound I hope youl all pledge for the future, And so let this health go round
London, Printed by, L: How, in Petticoat-Lane, near White-Chappel-Bars.