Classic Poem

O N a Perilous day,
In an Oak as they say,
A poor king from his foes was secreted;
And that Oaks ever since,
For the sake of that Prince ,
As the chief of our trees have been treated.
With a fa, &c.

With some Oak in the hat,
How do multitudes chat
Of monarchy's great restoration;
And of ships, men, and king,
H EART OF O AK is the thing,
Which our freedom has sav'd and our nation.
With a, &c.

As we always shall see
From that Royal old tree
In our navy our commerce defended,
Let true British folks
Never cut down their Oaks
Till their growth to such use is extended .

Much more than a saint,
Let's adore the fine plant
That the tree of Old England is nam'd,
That a weapon supplies
To correct the unwise,
And for travellers safety is fam'd.

To the lords of the chace ,
In that sweet pleasant place,
My bumper shall always be ready;
Who in freedom were born,
Who slavery scorn,
And to Harley our member are steady.
With a, &c.

With the joys that are found
In a musical H OUND ,
No Opera squall can compare;
Drive the Fox from his cover,
And when your sport's over,
I'll sing H ARK TO L IBERTY THERE .

Then fill up your glass
To the well JUDGING L ASS ,
That S PORTSMEN prefer to SOFT F RIBBLES :
Those foxhunters brave,
Who like men will behave,
And are strangers to falshood and quibbles .