146 WARWICKSHIRE HUNT. 



To Dick, the groom, who swore my stud 

 Surpaps'd by none in shape or blood ; 

 And that no 'Squire of high degree 

 Couhl ch(iose a horse, or ride hke me, — 

 I leave my hunters, hacks, and all 

 That grace the mead, or fill the stall ; 

 With saddles, bridles, boots likewise. 

 Spurs, whips of every sort and size. 



To Sam the bailiff, who knows how 

 To handle either ox or cow. 

 Well skilled to take the jolters in, 

 (His bargain never fails to win,) 

 To him I freely do assign 

 The residue of sheep and swine. 

 Calves, lambs, and plenty of store beast. 

 Worth full five hundred pounds at least. 



Unto the Butler I resign 

 My stock of every kind of wine ; 

 Puncheon as tight as any drum, 

 Well filled with brandy, gin, and rum ; 

 Pipes, juglers, glasses, every thing 

 That makes the jocund table ring. 



To James the Brewer, all the ale 

 And porter too, both mild and stale ; 

 With barrels, cocks, hops, malt in store, 

 Tliat when all's drank he may brew more. 



Unto the Gardener — rake and spade. 

 And every tool that suits his trade ; 

 Fruit yet unpulled, potatoes, greens. 

 Carrots and turnips, kidneybeans. 

 Seeds of all sorts, with hi\ es of bees. 

 Celery plants, and nursery trees. 



