1834] THE DEED ALE HUNT, 119 



Now Clio, revert we to reynard, 



Where away from the covert he broke ; 

 As it lately had happened to rain hard, 



The lowlands we thought were no joke. 

 Scott * says something about his stag bounding 



Across a whole copse at a shy ; 

 But altho' it might well be high sounding, 



My fox without wings could not fly. f 



Chorus. 



Now, away for a start, ride the tailors, 



As tailors invariably do, 

 'Tis well they're not also fast sailers, 



Or we ne'er should get rid of the crew ; 

 And next came the hounds, by St. Hubert, 



Unequalled in courage and breed; 

 I really wonder how thro' dirt 



(And tailors) they held on their speed. 



CJiorus. 



Loud swells on the gale the glad halloo ! 



As we all from the hill saw the fox, 

 Away, like a torrent we follow. 



As it flings itself down from the rocks. 

 Tell me not 'tis a jockey who's bred to 



The business, alone that can ride ; 

 A stout heart, a light hand, a good head, too, 



Must nature have given besides. 



Chorits. 



First Bob pointed north-west and by westward, 



Then rather to southward inclined, 

 He seem'd first to have chosen the best sward. 



And next to have altered his mind. 

 How by Leamington Hastings we hasten'd, 



The villagers long shall relate ; 

 The deep plough, tho' bid fair to have chastened 



Our pride, and our speed to abate. 



Chorus. 



*Witli one brave bound the copse he clear' d, 

 And, stretching forward free and far, 

 Sought the wild heaths of Uam-Var. 



Lady of the Lake, Canto I. 

 t One of Aiken's most amusing sketches represents a sportsman in scarlet high in 

 the air over an enormous stake and bound. "By the Lord Harry," he says, "my 

 cheenut horse CBJi almost fly." 



