SEA SPRAY &> SMOKE DRIFT 



And big George Griffiths on Devil- May- 

 Care, 



And — black Tom Oliver. 

 And one who rode on a dark brown steed, 



Clean jointed, sinewy, spare, 

 With the lean game head of the Blacklock 



breed, 

 And the resolute eye that loves the lead, 



And the quarters massive and square — 

 A tower of strength, with a promise of speed 



(There was Celtic blood in the pair). 



I remember how merry a start we got. 



When the red fox broke from the gorse. 

 In a country so deep, with a scent so hot, 



That the hound could outpace the horse ; 

 I remember how few in the front rank shew'd. 



How endless appeared the tail, 

 On the brown hill side, where we cross'd the 

 road 



And headed towards the vale. 

 The dark brown steed on the left was there, 



On the right was a dappled grey, 



And between the pair on a chestnut mare 



The duffer who writes this lay. 



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