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R233083 ALL in a Morning fair, / As I rode to take the Air, Houghton Library Hazlitt EC65 Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 124 1: 125 THE / FOX=CHACE: / OR, / The Huntsman's Harmony; / BY THE / Noble Duke of Buckingham's Hounds, &c THE FOX-CHACE: OR, The Huntsman’s Harmony; BY THE Noble Duke of Buckingham’s Hounds, etc. THE FOX-CHASE: OR, The Huntsman's Harmony; BY THE Noble Duke of Buckingham's Hounds, etc. Printer T. Norris ?-?

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ALL in a morning fair, As I rode to take the air, I heard some to holloo most clearly; I drew myself a-near, To listen who they were, That were going a hunting so early. I saw they were some gentlemen Who belong'd to th' duke of buckingham, That were going to make there a tryal: To run the hounds o' the north, Being of such fame and worth, England has not the like, without all denial. Then in wreckdale scrogs, We threw off our dogs, In [a] place where his lying was likely; But the like ne'er was seen, Si[nc]e a huntsman I have been, For no hounds found a fox more quickly.
There was dido an spanker, And younker was there, And ruler, that ne'e-looks behind him; There was rose and bonny lass, Who were always in the chace, These were part o' th' hounds that did find him. Mr. tybbals cries, away, Heark away, heark away; With that our foot-huntsman did hear him: Tom mossman cries godzounds, Uncouple all your hounds, Or else we shall never come near him. Then caper and Countess, And comely were thrown off, With famous thumper and cryer, And several hounds b[e]side, Whose stoutness there was try'd, And not one in the pack did tire.
Our hounds came in a-pace, And we fell into a chace, And thus we pursu'd the poor creature: With our english and french horn, We encourag'd our hounds that morn, And our cry it was greater and greater. It could not be exprest, Which hound run the best, For they run on a breast all together: They run at such a rate, As you have not heard of late, When they enjoy'd him i' th' vallies together. Then to the moor he twin'd, Being clear against the wind, Thinking he might have cross'd it over; But our hounds run so hard, They made the fox afraid, And forc'd him to turn to his cover. Up the hills he runs along, And his cover was full strong, But I think he had no great ease on 't; For they run with such a cry, That their ecchoes made him fly: I'll assure you our sport 'twas pleasant. Then homeward he hies, And in wreckledale he lies, Thinking the wind might save him: But our hounds ran so near, That they posted him with fear, And our horsemen they did deceive him. For squire whitcliff rode amain, And he whipt it o'er the plain: Mr. watson his horse did not favour; They rode up the highest hills, And down the deepest dales, Expecting his life for their labour.
Mr. tybbal rode his part, Although his chace was smart, Default they were seldom or never; But ever by and by, To the hounds he would cry, Halloo, halloo, halloo, heark away altogether. Tom mossman he rode short, Yet he help'd us in our sport, For he came in both cursing and swearing: But when 'twas in his power, He cry'd out, that's our lilly whore, Heark to caper-man, now slaughter-man's near him. Then to skipland wood he goes, Being pursu'd by his foes; Th' company after him did follow, An untarpage there we had, Which made our huntsmen full glad, For we gave him many a halloo. The sport being almost gone, And the chace being almost run, He thought to have cross'd the river; But our hounds being in, They after him did swim. And so they destroy'd him forever. Then leppin took a horn, As good as e'er was blown; Tom mossman bid him wind his death then; The country people all Came flocking to his fall: This was honour enough for a frenchman. So-whoo-up we then proclaim'd, God bless the duke of buckingham: For our hounds then had gain'd much glory. This being the sixth fox, That we kill'd above the rocks; And there is an end of the story.
Printed by T. Norris, at the Looking-glass on London-bridge. And sold by J. Walter.