HUNTING SONGS 



III 



" When up, and oi'd got shut ov aw the hackney 



pads and traps, 

 'Orse dealers an' 'orse jockey lads, and such loik 



swaggering chaps, 

 Then what a power o' gentlefolk did I set oies 



upon ! 

 A reining in their hunters, aw blood 'orses every one ! 



IV 



" They'd aw got bookskin leathers on, a-fitten 'em 



so toight. 

 As roind and plump as turmits be, and just about 



as whoit ; 

 Their spurs wor maid o' siller, and their buttons 



maid o' brass. 

 Their coats wor red as carrots and their collurs 



green as grass. 



V 



" A varment looking gemman on a woiry tit I 



seed, 

 An' another close besoid him, sitting noble on his 



steed ; 

 They ca' them both owd codgers, but as fresh as 



paint they look, 

 John Glegg, Esquoir, o' Withington, an' bowd Sir 



Richard Brooke. 

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