FAREWELL TO TARPORLEY 



Farewell to Tarporley 



TO comrades of the hunting-field, tho' sad to say 

 farewell, 

 'Tis pleasant still on olden days at Tarporley to dwell : 

 On friends for whom, alive or dead, our love is 



unimpair'd. 

 The mirth and the adventure and the sport that we 

 have shar'd. 



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The feelings of good fellowship which Tarporley 



unite, 

 The honour'd names recorded which have made its 



annals bright, 

 Old Charley Cholmondeley's portrait and the fashion 



of our clothes. 

 In the days of padded neckcloths, breeches green, and 



silken hose. 



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The upright form of Delamere, Sir Richard's grace- 

 ful seat. 



The brothers three from Dorfold sprung whom none 

 of us could beat ; 



The fun with which Bob Grosvenor enliven'd every 

 speech. 



The laugh of Charley Wicksted lengthen'd out into 

 a screech, 



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