120 THE WAEWICKSHIRE HUNT. [1834 



A8 the plot appeared rather to thicken, 



Towards Kite's Hardwick Bob cast a hawk's eye ; 

 But perhaps 'twas the ghost of a chicken, 



That afterwards made the fox shy. 

 Now he took the high road to this village, 



Yet neglected the turnpike to pay ; 

 Brass he had when intent upon pillage, 



But copper was not in his way. 



Chorus. 



To Bunker's Hill Bobby then pointed, 



Like Prospero, the Tempest of Chase ; 

 Which in taking by storm, disappointed, 



By the left wheeled away from the place. 

 Just after we turned from the latter, 



We crossed a great number of rills, 

 When we pass'd the canal, tho' the matter 



Was how to get up the long hills. 



Chorus. 



In short, from where first he broke cover, 



Till at Barby Bob gave up the ghost ; 

 Twelve miles, at the least, were rode over, 



In fifty -five minutes at most. 

 Now BiDDULPH appeared to me, rather 



To have led to the brook from the burst ; 

 Then Thorn hill, his steed in a lather. 



And afterwards Parker was first. 



Chorus. 



My muse, whom no prudence can fetter. 



Swears the Lamb must have carried its horse ; 

 Than the Granvilles * no men could go better, 



And the second was first at the gorse. 

 It was truly a sight worth a hundred, 



To see Biddulph lead over thn brook ; 

 The stream was so swell'd that we wonder'd 



If the leap would suit anyone's book. 



Chorus. 



But by far the most sporting achievement 



That ever I knew to have been. 

 Was Barnard's,! who, after bereavement 



Of both stirrups, still forward was seen, 



• Mr. Bernard Granville, of Wellesbourne Hall, and the Rev. Gray Granville, 

 Vicar of Stratford-on-Avon. 



1 1 have not been able to ascertain who this Mr. Barnard was. I remember asking 

 the late Lord Willoughby whether it was intended for him, and he said he thought 

 not.— W. R. V. 



