Tantivee, tivee, tivee, tivee, High and Low, Hark, hark how the Merry, merry Horn does blow, As through the Lanes and Meadows we go. As Puss has run over the Down; When Ringwood and Rockwood, and Jowler & Spring, And Thunder and Wonder made all the Woods ring, And Horsmen and Footmen, hey ding, a ding ding, Who envies the Pleasure and State of a Crown. Then follow, follow, follow, follow, Jolly boys, Keep in with the Beagles now whilst the Scent lies, The fiery Fac'd God is just ready to rise, Whose Beams all our Pleasure controuls; Whilst over the Mountains and Valleys we rowl, And @3Wat@1's fatal Knell in each hollow we toll; And in the next Cottage tope off a full Bowl, What Pleasure like Hunting can cherish the Soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 8 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE CRUISE OF THE MONITOR [MARCH 9, 1862] by GEORGE M. BAKER MERCILES BEAUTE; A TRIPLE ROUNDEL: 2. REJECTION by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE POPLAR FIELD by WILLIAM COWPER OLD SUSAN by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE WINTER WITH THE GULF STREAM by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SMALL BEGINNINGS by CHARLES MACKAY SONGS OF TRAVEL: 45. TO S.R. CROCKETT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |