116 THE WARWICKSHIEE HUNT. ' [1884 



By Cliadslnint, and just sldrtiug 



The Holt, and far awav, 

 For Kuightcote, and thence down the valley, 

 As far as Old Leys, whence a sally 

 Of troopers, and a gallant rally 



Was made in Edge Hill's fray. 

 Tluis well nigh to the high road, 



From Kineton town, and back, 

 By Owlington, to Verney's G-orse, 



Still see the flying pack ! 



And now dismounted riders 



And horses loose, are seen, 

 Whilst various disaster tells 



How great the pace has been. 

 Ten alone still hold their own, 



Who have outstayed the rest ; 

 Each for himself, for life is short. 



Riding like men ]:)osses't ! 



From Verney's Gorse to Lighthorne 



As if to order made, 

 O'er grass, and nothing else but grass, 



A perfect line is laid. 

 'Twixt Chesterton and Checkley's, 



And thankful shall they be. 

 Who when the hounds liy Ivnightcotej pass 



Their second horse may see ! 



O'er the Great Western Railway 



And Chapel Ascote mead, 

 Right handed leaving Wateigall, 



The fox maintains his lead. 

 And near to Ladbroke Covert 



He thinks that not in vain, 

 He will his utmost strength put forth 



To reach some 0]>en drain. 



Louder yet ! and yet more loud, 



He hears that constant cry ; 

 Dread sound of fear, his end is near. 



To us 'tis melody ! 

 And welcome sight, the huntsman 



Rides up his pack to cheer ; 

 Black Prince lies dead upon the plain. 



But Willoughby is here. 



