THE BILSDALE HUNT. 57 



On the eighteenth of November last, 



It being that very day, 

 With all our upstauneh hounds we went 



To covert straight away. 



Up Eskardale we did pursue 



Right to the lofty crag ; 

 Our hounds gave mouth for certain truth 



They were upon his drag. 



We ran his drag across the moor, 



Right to on Thorldale Rocks, 

 At ten o'clock upon that day 



Unkennelled was the fox. 



By Arden Hall, through Camp Hill Wood, 



To Sunny Bank he goes, 

 Through Peak Scar Gill to Murton Mill, 



In spite of all his foes. 



For Seddell straight he took his flight, 



And Boltby Hills so high ; 

 Down the Long Plain bold Renny came, 



We heard a jovial cry. 



To Cold Kirby and Flaxendale, 



And Scawton town also ; 

 Through Datle Pasture and Noble Duke, 



This valiant fox did go. 



To Tom Smith Cross and the High Wood 



And Border Wood full fast. 

 By Byland Abbey and Crook Hill, 



And Water Gates he passed. 



Through Newborough Park to Pound Hill Wood, 



Then Owston Wood he found, 

 All his skill he tried, and he'd surely have died 



If he hadn't gone to ground. 



Forty-five miles it was our chase, 



We ran it in three hours' space, 

 Our hunters true that did pursue, 



I'll name them every one. 



Mr. Walkington on his chestnut mare, 



Charles Harrison on his bay, 

 John Bulman and Len Heseltine, 



Peacock and Clark were there. 



