314 THE WARWICKSHIRE HUNT. [1896 



" FAREWELL." 



Know ye tlie land where the elm in its bounty 



Grows free as the weed* in a less favoured clime; 

 Where the chase is the greatest of sj^orts in a county 



Of happy content amid pastures sublime ? 

 Know ye the land of the huntsman and hound, 

 Wliere good sportsmen are plenty and foxes abound ? 

 And the blackthorn, and privet, and gorse evergreen, 

 Call to memory many a run we have seen. 

 Where the hunter well bred has a famous repute, 

 And the voice of the hunting horn never is mute ; 

 Where the best pack in England the kennels adorn. 

 And their blood is from Brocklesby, Belvoir, and Quorn. 

 Where after a hard day we talk of the rim 

 Of the season that's past, and of deeds that were done ; 

 Of the find, and the full cry, and field getting thinnish. 

 Of the favoiirite horse, and the glorious finish. 

 'Tis the county of Warwick, the shire we love best ; 

 Though the season is past, and our horses need rest, 

 We hope that when drinking good wine you will still 

 Tell of galloj)S from Ladbroke and Shuckburgh Hill. 



CM. 



* The elm is called the Warwickshire weed. 



FIXIS CORONAT OPUS. 



iliftDi-ii lip ('apt. Arthiir Smit/i. hiti- Wt DriKjcoit Guards.) 



