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Title: The Three Jovial Huntsmen

Author: Randolph Caldecott

Release Date: November 18, 2004 [eBook #14081]

Language: English

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THE THREE JOVIAL HUNTSMEN

[Illustration: The Three Jovial Huntsmen]

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It's of three jovial huntsmen, an' a hunting they did go;
An' they hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' they blew their horns also
Look ye there!

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An' one said, "Mind yo'r e'en, an' keep yo'r noses reet i' th' wind
An' then, by scent or seet, we'll leet o' summat to our mind."
Look ye there!

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

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They hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' the first thing they did find
Was a tatter't boggart, in a field, an' that they left behind.
Look ye there!

One said it was a boggart, an' another he said "Nay;
It's just a ge'man-farmer, that has gone an' lost his way."
Look ye there!

[Illustration]

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They hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' the next thing they did find
Was a gruntin', grindin' grindlestone, an' that they left behind.
Look ye there!

One said it was a grindlestone, another he said "Nay;
It's nought but an' owd fossil cheese, that somebody's roll't away