WHEN mighty rost Beef was the Englishman's Food,
It enobled our Hearts, and enriched our Blood;
Our Soldiers were brave, and our Courtiers were good.
Oh the Rost Beef of Old England,
And Old England's Rost Beef! 5
Then, Britons, from all nice Dainties refrain,
Which effeminate Italy, France, and Spain;
And mighty Rost Beef shall command on the Main.
Oh the Rost Beef, &c.
THE dusky Night rides down the Sky,
And ushers in the Morn;
The Hounds all join in glorious Cry,
The Huntsman winds his Horn:
And a Hunting we will go. 5
The Wife around her Husband throws
Her Arms, and begs his Stay;
My Dear, it rains, and hails, and snows,
You will not hunt to-day.
But a Hunting we will go. 10
A brushing Fox in yonder Wood,
Secure to find we seek;
For why, I carry'd sound and good
A Cartload there last Week.
And a Hunting we will go. 15
Away he goes, he flies the Rout,
Their Steeds all spur and switch;