284 WARWICKSHIRE HUNT. 



Now, away for a start, ride the tailors, 



As tailors invariably do ; 

 ' Tis well they're not also fast sailers. 



Or we ne'er should get rid of the crew ; 

 And next came the hounds, by St. Hubert, 



Unequalled in courage and breed j 

 I really wonder how thro' dirt, 



( And tailors, ) they held on their speed. — Chorus, ad lib . 



Loud swells on the gale the glad halloo ! 



As we all from the hill saw the fox. 

 Away, like a torrent we follow. 



As it flings itself down from the rocks. 

 Tell me not 'tis a jockey who 's bred to 



The business, alone that can ride ; 

 A stout heart, a light hand, a good head too, 



Must nature have given beside. — Chorus, ad lib. 



First Bob pointed North-west, and by Westward, 



Then i-ather to Southward inclined. 

 He seem'd first to have chosen the best sward. 



And next to have altered his mind. 

 How by Leamington Hastings we hasten'd. 



The villagers long shall relate ; 

 The deep plough, tho' bid fair to have chastened 



Our pride, and our speed to abate. — Chorus, ad lib. 



As the plot appeared rather to thicken. 



Towards Kite's Hardwick Bob cast a hawk's eye ; 

 But perhaps 'twas the ghost of a chicken. 



That afterwards made the fox shy. 

 Now he took the high road to this village. 



Yet neglected the turnpike to pay ; 

 Brass he had when intent upon pillage. 



But copper was not in his way. — Chorus, ad lib. 



