Capel Lofft - The Sports of the Field lyrics

Sports of the field!--deadly or maiming blow Aimed at a gentle bird!--the timid hare From her half slumber in warm brake to scare And drive her over the track-betraying snow To d**h, by chase embittered--from the bow The rook, not yet of strength to cleave the air, To slaughter trembling on the nest!--to tear The bowels of the fish deliberate, slow, Play with the agonizing worm!--to find Amusement when the dauntless fox is torn By furious dogs--or when the beauteous hind, Winged by her unavailing fears, is borne From yells of hounds and horn--or the stag dies With silent tear!--Thus man enjoys earth, water, skies!