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The funkers and craners may skirt, as they ever 

 Have done and will do till the end of all things ; 



But forty good minutes such men would see never, 

 To them 'tis more sport when a fox runs short rings. 



But here's to the men who to ride it are praying ; 



Those quick forty minutes they crave for with 

 me ; 

 Hark ! holloa ! a cap off, no time for delaying 



Is this, if this glorious run we would see. 



Sit down in your saddles, lay hold of your horses, 

 And send them along, as you well know the way ; 



The end of this fox, from the best of all gorses, 

 We otherwise never shall see. Sirs, to-day ! 



Here's to the survivors, the good men, and pluCxky, 

 Who've ridden the line from the start to the end ; 



Here's better luck, too, to such sportsmen unlucky 

 Who lost their good place through assisting a 

 friend ! 



Each hunt has good men of its own ; nerve and daring 

 Are still far from scarce in the land of our birth ; 



May jealousy never with courage be sharing 

 Their breasts ; " Here's success to the best sport on 

 earth ! " 



