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Title
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Lavington hawking
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Singer
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Unknown
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
O when I went to hawking
On far famed Wiltshire Down
With horse and foot and coaching
From village and from town
In numbers great a-numbered
Upon the rising ground
Grateful delight and grand the sight
Was hawking on the Down
Verse 2
In fitful rage rude Borea
His parting shot sent down
On which a laughing chorus
Right surely did rebound
With spirits so elated
All gay without a frown
Grateful delight and grand the sight
Was hawking on the Down
Verse 3
The noble birds engaging
Admiring crowds around
Enthroned instead of caging
And so they wear the crown
And when let fly they tower on high
And pounce the game to ground
Grateful delight and grand the sight
Was hawking on the Down
Verse 4
To see the death whilst running
More swift the deed is done
With strength combined with cunning
And this of birds be sung
Whilst free in air soaring
They do the call obey!
Grateful delight and grand the sight
Was hawking on the Down
