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It's archaic both in language and in meanings and all, but it's IN there! <g>


Blow thy horn, hunter, and blow thy horn on high.
There is a doe in yonder wood, in faith she will not die.
Now blow thy horn, hunter, now blow thy horn jolly hunter.

Sore this deer stricken is, and yet she bleeds no whit,
She lay so fair, I could not miss. Lord I was glad of it...

As I stood under a bank the deer shoff on the mede
I struck her so that down she sank, but yet she was not dead...

There she goeth, see ye not how she goeth o'er the plain,
And if ye lust to have a shot, I warrant her barrain...

To the covert both they went, for I found where she lay.
An arrow in her haunch she hent for faint she might not bray...

Here I leave and make an end now of this hunter's lore
I think his bow is well unbent, his bolt may flee no more...

Tia Leschke

> It's archaic both in language and in meanings and all, but it's IN there!
<g>

I forgot to thank you for typing this out, so thanks. I don't think it's
going to be a *snappy* come-back to those horny jokes, though. %^ (
Tia
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> Blow thy horn, hunter, and blow thy horn on high.

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In a message dated 11/11/02 11:38:44 AM, leschke@... writes:

<< I forgot to thank you for typing this out, so thanks. >>

You're very welcome, but the thanks was too great. I cut and pasted and
re-formatted, though, so you're welcome!

Sandra