MR. THORNHILL— 1834. 279 



THE DEBDALE HUNT, 



ATTRIBUTED TO THE HON. R. PLUNKETT. 

 PIUNCETHOKPE, JAN. 11. 



Air — ' One bumper at parting.' 



Come, Clio, delighting in story, 



Come, sing we of Bobby, and how- 

 He was only the next thing in glory 



To Sir Guy, or his famous Dun Cow ! 

 Let the wizard of Abbotsford tell us. 



How they could not come up with their stag ; 

 He thought that pei'haps he might sell us, 



By killing Fitzjames's grey nag. 



CHORUS. 



May merry Old England then nourish 



Her pristine affection for sport ; 

 For Fox-hunting ever shall flourish. 



While our Squii'es lend their ready support. 

 Here's a health, then, to all the true lovers 



Of the Chase, while the wine goes the rounds. 

 To Sir BiDDULPH, who gave us the covers, — 



To Thornhill himself, and the hounds. 



But I sing the last days of Bobby, 



Ye Gods ! what a classical name ! 

 Perhaps I am wrong, but my hobby 



My Pegasus thinks just the same. 

 Princethorpe was the meet, but the Cover 



Was Debdale, the gift of Sir The ; 

 At first, we all thought the Red Rover 



Had deterrnin'd ' at home' not to be. — Chorus, ad lib. 



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