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Now for Thornton-le-Street, he next made his track, 



But on turning to Crosby, he saw the fleet pack. 



And to Allerton fine village like lightning they went, 



For they ran him in view without any scent. 



To those staunch little hounds he has forced to bend, 



And they worried this stag at Allerton town-end. 



The first in the field that came dashing away, 



It was Squire Turton, upon a fine bay. 



Charles Harrison, of Murton, did second him well, 



And Will Weatherburn was the third, they did tell ; 



Our huntsman came next, a hearty good fellow, 



He's always good-natured, whether sober or mellow ; 



There was Leng, out of Bilsdale, rode a bay very strong, 



Was up at the death, in the midst of the throng. 



Said he to Jack Barker, " What sportsman could stay, 



When Towler and Charmer kept leading the way ? " 



To Charles Harrison, of Murton, we will give him praise, 



He ought to have been placed the first in the chase, 



For Squire Turton he joined them behind Upsall Whin, 



When the chase was half over he was fresh to begin. 



This Charles Harrison, of Murton, he's a dashing young spark, 



And comes out in the morning as fresh as a lark, 



For his neck he will break, either sooner or later, 



For he'd rather jump over as open a gate. 



Here's a health to the huntsman, likewise whipper-in, 



For to sing of their praises I think 'tis no sin. 



Here's a health to Will Garbutt, of honour and fame, 



His hounds give him credit and praise to his name, 



For he views his fleet pack with pride and delight, 



And he glories to be with them from morning till night. 



Here, too, we find Hunter Garbutt mentioned. He was 

 a farmer at one time in the dale, but later on at Boltby, 

 I believe. Mr. W. S. Dixon tells us : — 



In the early years of the present century, and probably in the 

 last decade of the previous one, William Garbutt was at the head of 

 affairs, " t' main man," as they say in Bilsdale. Like the immortal 

 Jorrocks, he seems to have been " unkimmon fond of 'unting," for he 

 is known in that sporting neighbourhood as " Hunter " Garbutt, and 

 it was only by diligent inquiry that we are able to discover his real 

 name. He was a hard man and reckless rider, and a good huntsman. 

 One run during his mastership is deserving of especial notice, as it is 

 probably the last occasion that a wild stag was killed with hounds in 

 Yorkshire. On the 10th of April, 1821, they found a stag in Cotcliff 

 Wood, near Boltby, and after a long and severe rim they killed him 



