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T102714 COme ye Old English Hunstmen that love Noble Sport, / Here's a Pack to be Sold, and Stanch Dogs of the Sort; Then to Horse Loyal Hearts, least the Roundheads deceive ye, / For they have the Dogs, and are Riding Tantivy. British Library - Luttrell Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 156 The Old PACK. The Old PACK. ?-?

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I. COme ye Old English Huntsmen that love Noble Sport, Here's a Pack to be Sold, and Stanch Dogs of the Sort; Not Sir Sewster, nor Chetwynd can watch our Fleet Hounds, For breaking down Fences, and leaping o'er Mounds; Some are Deep-mouth'd and Speedy, some Mad, Blind and Lame, Some Yelpers, and Curs, but all fit for the Game. Then to Horse Loyal Hearts, least the Roundheads deceive ye, For they have the Dogs, and are Riding Tantivy. II. There's Atheists and Deists, and Fawning Dissenter, There's Republican Sly, and long-winded Canter; There's Heresy, Schism, and Mild Moderation, That's still in the Wrong for the Good of the Nation; There's Baptist, Socinian, and Quakers with Scruples, 'Till kind Toleration linkt 'em all in Church Couples. Then to Horse, etc. For they have, etc. III. Some were Bred in the Army, some dropt from the Fleet, Under Bulks some were Litter'd, and some in the Street; Some are good harmless Curs, without Teeth or Claws, Some were Whelp'd in a Shop, and some Runners at Law; Some were wretchd poor Curs, Mungrel Starvers and Setters, 'Till dividing the Spoil, they put in with their Betters. Then to Horse, etc. For they have, etc. IV. A few, very few of the True English Breed, Whose Noses were good, and of excellent Speed; But what's a fine Mouth to oppose such Throats Where Hunters and Noise quite drown the Sweet Notes; If he hits of a Fault, or runs the Scent right, Honest Tory is worry'd for a Rank Jacobite? Then to Horse, etc. For they have, etc. V. Five Hundred Stout Dogs are a brave Pack to run, But the Leaders in Chief are but old Forty One, On Hot burning Scent, when they open their Throats, Then Trayle a Court Place, How the stanchest change Notes? Tho' no Horn, nor Voice, can their Fury controul, Yet to the White Staff, they Hunt all under Pole. Then to Horse, etc. For they have, etc. VI. Crys the Huntsman, BEN. HOADLEY, dear Whelps, I'm a Knave, But you're all Sov'raign Curs, and your Prince is your Slave; This my Writings will prove stol'n from Prynn, Nye and Peters, That all Free-born Dogs may fall on their Betters; Then away on the Scent, 'tis the Old Game and Good, While Peers have fat Haunches, and Kings Royal Blood. Then to Horse Loyal Hearts, least the Roundheads deceive ye, For they have the Dogs, and are Riding Tantivy.
VII. A stout Orthodox Doctor fell first in the Wind, The Pack open'd their Throats, in hopes Mobb wou'd ha' joyn'd; By a strong Passive Scent, they run him full speed, 'Till the Rabble cry'd out, you're Rank there, ---Take heed; What, o'er leap the Church Pales, and break Constitution? Here the Devil's your Leader, and you Hunt for Confusion! Then to Horse, etc. For they have, etc. VIII. At the Head of the Pack Stupid William Commanding, Who's of Quality Bred, by his Deep Understanding, If to dull worthless Whelps, we may Titles afford, His Merits confess him a Dog of a Lord: Those Crafty old Curs that despise the poor Tool, Yet only for Luck-sake, they'll Hunt with a Fool. Then to Horse, etc. For they have, etc. IX. There's Wolf Rapacious, and Bluster and Thunder, And Peter the Grim, and the late Speaker Blunder; For the dull heavy Curs love to mount in a Chair, Tho' like Monkeys that climb, th' expose that Part bare; And Jackall the ill-lookt, who trains up new Comers, And still speaks in Season, for his Wit comes from Somers. Then to Horse, etc. For they have, etc. X. There's Hackum and Brass for their deep Mouth's renown'd, Because empty Sculls have a great strength of sound; Send Hackum to Spain, what great Feats he'll atchieve, And it's Conduct enough to make Senates believe; And young Brass of Corinth can never deceive ye, For he pays off a Cause as well as a Navy. Then to Horse, etc. For they have, etc. XI. How Honour and Honesty Dogs can unite, For their Country's Sake, they'll Steal, Plunder and Bite; Themselves and their Whelps they Enrich for their Good, And make Monarch's great by shedding their Blood; Yet so eager for Gain---the White Staff take away, They Hunt dear Volpone for a Rank Beast of Prey. Then to Horse, etc. For they have, etc. XII. Then Tory, poor Tory, never hope to prevail, You're beat from the Pack with a Shoe at your Tail; Go learn to Plead Conscience, when you Cheat, Lye, and Cant And Plunder the Publick, with the Looks of a Saint; If you'd joyn the Old Set, with New Principles fit ye, Stick at nothing that's Base, you'll be o'th' Committee. Then to Horse Loyal Hearts, least the Roundheads deceive ye; For they have the Dogs, and are Riding Tantivy.
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