ALL OF US TAILORS IN TURN 



III 



Says one, " When we started o'er fallow and grass, 

 I was close at the tail of the hounds, but, alas ! 

 We came down to a drain in that black-bottom'd 

 fen, 



had I but been on my brook-jumper, then ! " — 



We are all of us tailors in turn. 



IV 



" Dismounting," says one, " at a gate that was fast. 

 The crowd, pushing through, knock'd me down as it 



pass'd ; 

 My horse seized the moment to take his own fling, 

 Who'll again do, out hunting, a good-natured thing ! " 

 We are all of us tailors in turn. 



V 



" Down the lane went I merrily sailing along. 

 Till I found," says another, " my course was all 

 wrong ; 



1 thought that his line toward the breeding-earth lay. 

 But he went, I've heard since, just the opposite way." 



We are all of us tailors in turn. 



VI 



From the wine-cup o'er night some were sorry and 



sick, 

 Some skirted, some cran'd, and some rode for a nick ; 

 Like whales in the water some flounder'd about, 

 Thrown off and thrown in, they were also thrown 

 out. 



We are all of us tailors in turn. 



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