HOME WITH THE HOUNDS 



Gemmen, gemmen, shame upon 'em, 



Plague my heart out worse than all. 

 Worse than Bowdon mobs at Dunham, 



Worse than cobblers at Poole Hall ; 

 Spurring at a fence their clippers, 



When the hounds are in the rear ! 

 Reg'lar gemmen ! self and whippers 



Tipping reg'lar once a year ! 



Well ! soft solder next I'll try on, 



Rating only riles a swell ; 

 Mister Brancker ! Mister Lyon ! 



Mister Hornby ! — hope you're well ; 

 'Taint the pack that I'm afraid on, 



And I likes to see you first. 

 But when so much steam be laid on 



Beant you fear'd the copper'll burst ? 



VII 



'Eantipole^ I see'd him sprawling 



Underneath a horse's hoof ; 

 T'ruJence only heerd me calling 



Just in time to keep aloof ; 

 Vulcan lam'd for life ! Old Victor 



Ne'er again will he show fight ; 

 Venus, sin' that gelding kick'd her, 



Aint he spoilt her beauty quite ? 



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