144 WARWICKSHIRE HUNT. 



Now look down that meadow — liow motley the scene ! 

 Here men want their horses, there horses want men ; 

 Tallyho — Tallyho ! how they labour to go ; 



Hold hard is the word, yet I shrewdly suspect. 

 Not the men, but some horses are brought to a check ; 

 Tallyho — Tallyho ! see the Warwickshire hounds how they 

 gallantly go ! 



At length, boldly struggling, poor reynard is view'd. 

 By a few, save the pack, any longer pursu'd ; 

 Tallyho — Tallyho ! how he struggles to go ; 



Not pluck, speed, nor cuiming, the chase can prolong, 

 So ' Whoop' is the word, and ' Whoop,' to my Song ; 

 Tallyho — Tallyho ! may the Warwickshire hounds ever 

 o-allantlv 2:0 ! 



WILLOUGHBY DIXIES WILL. 



I, WiLLOUGHBY DixiE, of Bosworth Park, 



Without the aid of scribe or clerk. 



Or pettyfogger of.the law. 



Ready to make, or find a flaw ; 



With ev'ry symptom of decay, 



And wearing dev'lish fast away ; 



With haggard phiz, and tott'ring limb. 



With moonstruck mind a prey to whim, 



A stupor seizing both my eyes, 



All my effects do thus devise. 



