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But Warwickshire has yet another. 



As dauntless and skilful as he 5 

 The fact is, the man has a Brother, 



And nobody else could it be. 

 But they tell me you're going, my Granny, 



And Clio shall bid thee adieu ! 

 In the heart of your friend is a cranny, 



Where a thought shall long linger of you. — Chorus, ad lib. 



My muse is not given to sentiment. 



Therefore this strain I give o'er ; 

 Just remarking, if any such went, I meant 



Not to hunt here any more. 

 Shall I pit there against either Parker ? 



Who both rode right well on that day ; 

 The one an old Steeple Chase Larker, 



And rather a varment, they say. — Chorus, ad lib. 



But give me the Guardsman so gallant. 



Who rode like a trooper indeed ; 

 I ne'er condescend to a callant. 



To liken a knight of his breed j 

 I know not if nature intended, 



That Gentlemen only should hunt, 

 But seldom the scarlets are blended 



With any thing else in the front. — Chorus, ad lib. 



Let the Bard of the North sing Clan Alpine, 



Of his ' evergreen pine,' and all that ; 

 Rhoderick Dhu was a joke to M'Alpine, 



At a bullfinch who sprung like a cat. 

 But talk of a Paddy, there's Plunkett, 



Who may think that he rode like a man ; 

 But his name sounds so very like Funk-it, 



That ' credat,' — believe him who can. — Chorum, ad lib. 

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