MR. TIIORNHILL.— 1834. 285 



To Bunker's Hill Bobby then pointed. 



Like Prospero, the Tempest of Chase ; 

 Which in taking by storm, disappointed. 



By the left wheeled away from the place. 

 Just after we turned from the latter. 



We crossed a great number of rills. 

 When we pass'd the canal, tho' the matter 



Was how to get up the long hills. — Chorus, ad lib. 



In short, from where first he broke cover. 



Till at Barby Bob gave up the ghost. 

 Twelve miles, at the least, were rode over. 



In fifty-five minutes at most. 

 Now BiDDULPH, appeared to me, rather 



To have led to the brook from the burst ; 

 Then Thornhill, his steed in a lather. 



And afterwards Parker was first. — Chorus, ad lib. 



My muse, whom no prudence can fetter. 



Swears the Lamb must have carried its horse ; 

 Than the Gran villes no men could go better. 



And the second was first at the gorse. 

 It was truly a sight worth a hundred. 



To see Biddulph lead over the brook ; 

 The stream was so swell'd, that we wonder'd 



If the leap would suit any one's book. — Chorus, ad lib. 



But by far the most sporting achievement. 



That ever I knew to have been. 

 Was Barnard's, who after bereavement 



Of both stirrups, still forward was seen. 

 Success then, to all the fast flyers. 



Who rode to the end of the run ; 

 And long, too, may Leamington Priors, 



In hunting, be second to none ! — Chorus, ad lib. 



