70 SPORT WITH 



LORD GALWAY'S HOUNDS OF 1891. 

 By "Whipcord." 



Come listen awhile good sportsmen, a story I would tell, 

 About a famous pack of hounds, that now at Serlby dwell ; 

 Why should our muse be silent ? other hunts have their lays, 

 Their celebrated stories, great records of great days. 



We too look back with pleasure, in many different ways. 

 To gallops on the forest, grand runs across the clays, 

 When only those on business, as well as pleasure bent. 

 Enjoy those stiff close fences by our "rubicon" the Trent. 



Oh the joy ! to hear a holloa, Gone away ! ! from Gamston 



Wood, 

 Treswell, Castle Hill, or Caddow, when the going's sound and 



good ; 

 Should you get a start from Laneham, Rampton Thorns or 



Gringley Gorse, 

 If for Grove or Burton Willows, it will test both man and horse. 



How we tear away from Nicker, how we "bless" the horse that 



kicks 

 Cramming through those narrow gateways, in a rush from 



Skinner's sticks ; 

 How we plunge through boggy Patmore, when the season's 



getting late, 

 Or ride a hack at Osberton, to race from gate to gate. 



Take a bird's-eye view of Whitwell, Owday, Langold, Malpas 



Hill, 

 Maltby too and back by Tickhill, cross Whitewater to Blyth 



Mill; 

 Serlby next, Scaft worth and Clay worth, Mattersey, and then 



we stop. 

 Ending with those rushy meadows, from Tiln Holt to Barnby 



Top. 



Wondrous tales are often told us, of these hounds in days of old 

 Mastered by the Lord of Sandbeck, or that Squire of speech 



so bold 

 Then the late Lord Galway bought them, known and liked by 



every one, 

 "May yourreign be as successful," is our best wish for his son. 



