28*2 WARWICKSHIRE HUNT. 



! where, and O ! where was my Barnard ? 

 Is the Barnard yet merged in the Broke ? 



He went in, but 'twas only to warn hard 



Riders, ere leaping to look. 

 For lo ! by the dogs of St. Bernard, 



Like a bird from the bushes he bounds ; 



1 saw him by Lester's Piece barn-yard, 



Going well at the heel of the hounds. — Chorus, ad lib. 



There were some men whom I think deserving 



Of a ducking, for going with Drake ; 

 Their riding till next day reserving, — 



No farther allusion I make. 

 Now di fowler should bring to the larder. 



What a butler might serve to ' mine host j' 

 Fowler Butler, however, rode harder. 



Than many who came to the post. — Chorus, ad lib. 



But there's one man who ne'er need look sheepish. 



Although his soft surname is Lamb ; 

 That country must be pretty deepish. 



Over which Captain Lamb cannot ram. 

 And well has young Mostyn supported 



The sporting renown of his race ; 

 The Arundells, too, are reported. 



To have follow'd their friend to the chase. — Chorus, ad lib. 



I am told Chandos Leigh was there also. 



If he was, I am sure he went well 5 

 There were other right good 'uns, but all so 



Dispersed, that one scarcely can tell. 

 As for the bold Captain Magennis, 



Who is better distinguished as Dick ; 

 Poor man, why it truly a sin is. 



To see a good fellow so sick.— Chorus, ad lib. 



