'TIS SIXTY YEARS SINCE 



How we plunged into the river, 



Led and cheer'd by Jersey's call : 



' Come on ! ' he cried, ' the stream is wide 



And deep enough for all.' 



" How intense the admiration 



Which to Heythrop's Duke we bore, 



Riding royally to covert 



In his chariot-and-tour ; 



Cigars, as yet a novelty, 



His Grace's ire provoking, 



' What chance to pick the scent up. 



Filthy fellows ! they are smoking.' 



" The cheer of Philip Payne as he 

 The echoing woodlands drew. 

 The scarlet coats contending 

 With the coats of buff and blue ; 

 Stone walls o'er which without a hitch 

 The thoroughbred ones flew. 

 While blown and tir'd the hunter hir'd 

 Roll'd like a spent ball through." 



" Well, Jack, do I remember 

 With what glee we sallied forth 

 To the fixtures of Ralph Lambton 

 When our home was in the North ; 

 How, when the day was over. 

 We around the Sedgefield fire. 

 Sang ' Ballinamoniora ' 

 In honour of the Squire. 



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