556 THE ESSEX FOXHOUNDS. 



The three sit still and silent 



To view the fox away ; 

 Alas ! their cunning is in vain, 



He's not at home to-day. 

 Our faces late so joyous 



Are darkening with dismay, 

 For hark ! the horn is blowing out. 

 Echoes the vacant wood throughout. 

 The second whip's too hateful shout 



Of " get away ! away ! " 



In Bailey's ear. Sir Henry 



Whispers a secret word. 

 And soon in Brickhills undergrowth 



A varmint fox is stirred. 

 Good luck to Captain Meyer ! 



Who in the hour of need 

 Supplies the wanted animal, 



We wish him all, God-speed ! 

 Hurrah for Herman Meyer ! 



Give him a hearty cheer, 

 We'll drink him health, long life, and wealth 



In his own hunting beer. 



Thrice the fox skirts the covert 



Trying to dodge the pack, 

 And thrice in vain essays to break. 



And thrice is headed back. 

 Till fearing for his life, he steals 



Away, out of our sight. 

 And Crawley's cap held high in air 



Alone proclaims his flight. 



