HUNTING THE HARE   Hunting The Hare Over Hill And Plain They´re Bounding, thro` The Air They Seem To Fly, hark! The Merry Horn Is Sounding, hear The Hunter`s Papy Cry! now Through Dingle, Dell And Hollow, dart They On At Fearless Pace: oh! What Joy The Hounds To Follow, there`s No Pleasure Like The Chase. When the day`s glad … Weiterlesen →