to your rude health,

Come follow me
to the Greenwood tree,
where the well toned horn
sounds sweet in the morn,
while the stag is in view
and the hunters pursue
with a “Tally ho!”
and our horses dart fire from their eyes,
o’er hills and o’er dales
their ardour prevails,
what concert can vie
with the hounds in full cry
whilst we hollow and follow the game
till it pants, till it dies.

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• Come follow me to the Greenwood tree, where the...