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HILLMORTON, 



ITH gladdening cry o'er the low rail they're 

 bounding, 

 Each one would be first as the covert 

 they quit ; 

 By courtesy " gorse," though the fact is astounding, 

 'Midst withey and blackthorn I ne'er saw a bit. 



They sail o'er the meadows — the brook intervening, 

 Twice six feet of water, or may be thirteen ; 



To write but of fact, I may add, is my meaning, 

 Eighteen would on paper look better, I ween. 



Yes, onward the black, tan and white fairly races, 



Out-pacing the horses — its quarry ahead 

 But just to the left of the scene of the 'chases — 



The best hunter's course in the world, I've heard 

 said. 

 He enters a belt, but abandons its shelter, 



Turns short to the right, where the winning-post 

 stood. 

 And crosses the lane where e'en now, helter skelter, 



McAdam's contingent his point's nigh made good. 



Lead on, httle rover, past Lilbourne to Crick, where 

 I see you are headed ; so turning again 



Re-cross the street road — to run down it a trick were 

 Your race like when sinking with pace spent in vain. 



