58 The Tetcott Hunt LUeek. 



No one e'er saw me give in," says staunch Robin Hood. 

 But, lo ! now comes the river, deep, rocky, in flood, 

 Twisted roots on its banks, too, to trap Robin Hood. 

 Oh ! how much do I wish we on other side stood. 

 Rotten banks and tree roots cleared by thee, Robin 



Hood. 

 For I Hke not the prospect of cold bath. Who would ? 

 " But the pace keeps the blood warm," says clipped 



Robin Hood. 

 It is crossed. Hear the music ! Straight up through 



Torwood 

 Fly poor Reynard, and hounds, and the wet Robin Hood, 

 T 'wards the moors where huge tors of grey granite 



protrude, 

 Warbstow Burrows in foreground, now strides Robin 



Hood. 

 They're from scent into view ! He will soon '* dree his 



drood." 

 Hounds are straining. Oh ! stick to them, game Robin 



Hood. 

 Though yet fast flies stout Reynard, by yokels hallood, 

 Faster follow the hounds, faster, too, Robin Hood. 

 Gallant fox, thou'rt rolled over. 'Mongst hounds there 



is feud. 

 And a sob seems to come from the spent Robin Hood. 

 The excitement was madd'ning while chase was pursued ; 

 Now he shrinks from the " worry," does " Bold Robin 



Hood." 

 For the brave respect courage, and pluck unsubdued, 

 Be it e'en in an enemy. Home ! Robin Hood. 



