HUNTING SONGS 



Buckskin's the only wear fit for the saddle ; 



Hats for Hyde Park, but a cap for the chace ; 

 In tops of black leather let fishermen paddle, 



The calves of a fox-hunter white ones incase. 



VI 



If your horse be well bred and in blooming condition, 

 Both up to the country and up to your weight, 



O, then give the reins to your youthful ambition. 

 Sit down in your saddle and keep his head straight ! 



VII 



Pastime for princes ! — prime sport of our nation ! 



Strength in their sinew and bloom on their cheek ; 

 Health to the old, to the young recreation ; 



All for enjoyment the hunting-field seek. 



VIII 



Eager and emulous only, not spiteful ; — 



Grudging no friend, though ourselves he may beat ; 



Just enough danger to make sport delightful ! 

 Toil just sufficient to make slumber sweet ! 



Hard-riding Dick 



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FROM the cradle his name has been " Hard- 

 riding Dick," 

 Since the time when cock-horse he bestraddled a stick ; 

 Since thetime when, unbreech'd, without saddle or rein, 

 He kick'd the old donkey along the green lane. 



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