OK, THE WORLD HAS CHANGED. 15 



First plan the drive, start in the hounds, 

 Then post the slanders on their grounds ; 

 All ready, each one for his part, 

 The drivers in to make the start. 



Anon, we hear the shrill halloo, 

 Down in the cove, way down below ; 

 Watching, listening, catch a sound, 

 'Twas but loose tongue, a puppy hound. 



But, there again, old Troop strikes trail, 

 Troop is true, never known to fail ; 

 There's Haidee, too, and she's a blood, 

 They now give tongue all through the wood. 



Aye, aye, and now have sprung the game, 

 The pack all in, and are aflame ; 

 They follow close, the scent is strong, 

 Xow the grand chorus swells along. 



Lookout standers, now watch your ground, 

 Ha ! Here they come, the crying hounds ; 

 AVhat bodes the weakness in my back? 

 Tne tremor doth my legs attack. 



Have heard, if symptoms don't deceive. 

 Case of buck-ague, we do believe; 

 LaGrippe has got us in the back, 

 Has got us, got us, fur a fack. 



But they have tacked, turned another way. 

 And our chance is lost, lost for to-day ; 

 Tiie game is wary, plays around, 

 Can trace him by the following hound. 



Other stander may be in luck, 

 May be his day to kill the buck ; 

 Nervously we watch, watch and wait. 

 Hi ! They come again, coming straight. 



