Note 58 — The Trusley Hunting Song.
Reading edition
In the Trusley version this verse occurs:—
"Then coming home by the Ash Holt, Close under the Royal oak tree, There Blood* and old Willet+ were fall'n Asleep as it happen'd to be. Come Handford and give them a Larum, My lips are grown sore with the horn, And round about they did be-stare 'em Like Babies that were newly born."
* Blood, one of the beaters.
+ Willett, the Squire's gardener, on foot and tired.