VISCOUNT GALWAY'S HOUNDS. 75 



To Morgan, best of riders ! full meed of praise is due, 

 Our kennel huntsman many years, so steady, bold and true ; 

 One season all remember, what glorious sport we had, 

 When many a day, Sam led the way, and hounds would run 

 Hke mad. 



Listen ! they draw the cover ; we know bold Rejmard's there, 

 For "Harkaway" has spoken, he'd scorn to greet a hare ; 

 Good-bye then for the present, that note shall end this song. 

 With one good toast I finish, to miss it would be wrong. 



Here's to the fox so cunning, here's to the hound so fast, 

 Here's to the Master and his men, to the Field from first to last; 

 Fox hunting ! What comes near it ? Nothing in mortal bounds 

 Good luck to all, both great and small ; success to Lord 

 Gal way's hounds. 



