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O'er hill and o'er dale,
Hark the hunting horn's wail.
The chase is on, no time to waste,
Mount your steed, make all haste!

In valorous pursuit of the Glatisant beast,
O'ercoming all obstacles, from greatest to least!
Through forest primeval or chasm vast,
We'll hunt the beast till we catch it at last!

Body of a leopard, head and neck of a snake,
A most unusual noise it surely does make

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