HUNTING SONGS 



III 



Lo ! where the forest turf covers gentility, 



Foremost with glory and hindmost with mud ; 

 Now let the President prove his ability, 



Umpire of speed, whether cocktail or blood ; 

 Go-by and Adelaide, 

 Though they were saddled, 

 Led forth and straddled. 



Judge there was none ! 

 Qussitum meritis, &c. 



IV 



How with due praise shall I sing the Palatinate, 



Ably with Presidents filling our chair ; 

 The Greys and the Leghs, and the Brookes that 

 have sat in it. 

 Toasting our bumpers and drinking their share ? 

 Each Squire and each Lord, Sir, 

 That meets at our board, Sir, 

 Were I to record. Sir, 



I ne'er should have done : 

 Qussitum meritis, &c. 



V 



" Sume superbiam quaesitam meritis," 



Shades of Sir Peter and Barry look down. 

 Long may we good fellows, now a day rarities. 

 Live to make merry in Tarporley town. 

 Fox preservation. 

 Throughout the whole nation. 

 Affords recreation. 



Then drink it, each man : 



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