Fox Hunt

Put on your helmet and your riding crop
Throw on that old tweed jacket from dear old pop
Load up the blunderbuss and clean her breech
The morning needs a fox hunt I should think

Give the hounds the scent and get on their lead
It's a large estate so bring the finest cheese
The horses flanks are gleaming, their saddles cleaned
Catherine could use a new pelt for her sleeves

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Woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof
A fox hunt, a fox
Woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof
A fox hunt, a fox
Woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof
A fox hunt
Woof woof woof woof woof woof woof

The manor's such a bore this time of year
The ladies' fret and cackle brings me to tears
The hunt is so much different, one can breathe
A pelt is just the thing for a gentleman's needs

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