No 5 PARSON HOGG

1 Mess Parson Hogg shall now maintain, The burden of my song, Sir, A single life, perforce he led, Of constitution strong, Sir. Sing, tally-ho! sing, tally-ho! Sing, tally-ho! why zounds, Sir, He mounts his mare, to hunt the hare, Sing tally-ho! the hounds, Sir. 2 And every day he goes to Mass, He first draws on the boot, Sir, That should the beagles chance to pass, He might join in pursuit, Sir! Sing tally-ho! &c. 3 That Parson little loveth prayer, And Pater, night and morn, Sir, For bell and book, hath little care But dearly loves the horn, Sir. Sing tally-ho! &c. 4 S. Stephen's Day, this holy man He went a pair to wed, Sir, When as the Service he began Puss by the Church-yard sped, Sir. Sing tally-ho! &c. 5 He shut his book, Come on, he said, I'll pray and bless no more, Sir, He drew his surplice o'er his head And started for the door, Sir Sing tally-ho! &c. 6 In pulpit Parson Hogg was strong, He preached without a book, Sir, And to the point, and never long, And this the text he took, Sir, "O tally-ho! O tally-ho! Dearly beloved—zounds, Sir I mount my mare to hunt the hare, Singing tally-ho! the hounds, Sir!"