HUNTING SONGS 



While Rival's portrait, on the wall, 



Shall oft to memory recall 



The gallant fox, the burning scent. 



The leaps they leapt, the pace they went ; 



How Wliimpsey led the pack at first. 



When Reynard from the woodside burst ; 



How 'Pamela, a puppy hound, 



First seiz'd him, struggling on the ground ; 



How T^rudence shunn'd the taint of hare, 



Taught young in life to have a care ; 



How Alderman, a foxhound staunch, 



Worked well upon an empty paunch ; 



How Squires were, following thee, upset, 



Right honourable Baronet ; 



How, as the pack by Lechlade flew. 



Where close and thick the fences grew. 



Three Bitches led the tuneful throng, 



All worthy of a place in song ; 



Old Fairplay, ne'er at skirting caught. 



And Pensive speeding quick as thought ; 



While Handsome prov'd the adage true, 



They handsome are that handsome do ! 



Then long may courteous Redesdale live ! 

 And oft his pack such gallops give ! 

 Should fox again 40 stoutly run, 

 May I be there and see the fun ! 



1845. 



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