APPENDIX. 36! 



But, Sportsman, as thou turnest 



Thy horse's head to home, 

 Think how thou mayest best maintain 



The chase in years to come ; 

 Remember to the farmers first 



We owe the fun all share, 

 Then ride over their acres 



With discretion and with care. 



Leave to the Cockney Sportsman, 



Unworthy of the name, 

 Those heedless acts that tinge our cheeks 



With blush of scorn and shame. 

 Who with no hounds before him 



Still over fences larks. 

 Neat gardens and smooth-shaven lawns 



Stamps with unsightly marks ; 

 He jumps into a sheep-fold, 



Each gate leaves open wide, 

 An^ regardless of the growing crops 



He ruthlessly doth ride. 



But every thorough Sportsman 



On seeds and springing wheat 

 Avoids when rain has fallen 



To set his horse's feet, 

 He every field of winter beans 



Religiously will shun, 

 Though not afraid of jumping 



When hounds do really run. 

 He, as he skims a meadow 



Has an eye upon the stock, 



