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No. 11 - Chorus - "Topers, fling your glasses aside."
| Chorus: | Topers, fling your glasses aside, Quit your vows, Sir Lover, Now's the time to mount and ride While we draw the cover. Hounds are baying to begin; Hark! the joyous chorus! When Sir Reynard hears the din Soon he'll be before us. Past and future fling aside, That are useless tenses. 'Tis today that bids us ride And will find the fences. Ride your horse for all he's worth, Be he yours or borrowed. Run your fox to death or earth. Hark forrad, hark forrad, Hark forrad, hark forrad. |
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Page modified 5 January 2017