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O' t' sweetest o' music, that ivver fills t' wood, 



T" whinny, or t'spinny, ther's nowt near so good 



As t' song 'at is sung by the hounds. 



Ther'll be all maks an' manders o' hosses Ah ween 



Au'd yauds, an' blood tits, an' fussocks an' all, 



Ther'll be Tommy on Farmer, Ah'll wager a pun', 



It wad bunch a lahl cockle, it wad Ah'll be bun 



Frev onnywhere yam tiv its stall. 



An' yan's sarten ti finnd, Young Willie fra t'Mires 



Astride of his mother's brown meer, 



Well gingered for t' day, like a two-year-au'd colt, 



Prancing an' dancing, its tail like a bolt, 



Thoff ti' market its jogged monny a year. 



Ther'll be Bobby's blind mare, 'at yance raced a coo, 



An' lost by three lengths an' a field, 



And au'd scrape yer bacon 1 on Methody Meg 



That downs on its knees for ti pray or ti beg, 



'At its master ti sin mudn't yield. 



Ther'll be Pull Back, an' Fearnaught, an' Hedge-peeping Tom, 



An' Suckker, an' Slimmer, an' Sly, 



On stringholts an' roarers, baith bare-backs an' pads, 



Au'd folk an' young folk, baith lasses an' lads, 



An' mebbe ther'll be Mistress Fry. 



Wa mun drag Jack fra t' stithy, 2 an' Bob frev his last, 3 



An' Sammy mun lig doon his birch, 



His sand board mun idle, an' t' horn book this day. 



Skeller'd mun lig, while t' scholars away, 



Stop t'parson fra mumbling in t'chetch, 



An' Ah wadn't be 'mazed if Miss Duncombe to'nd up, 



An' its worth monny a mile for to gan 



Ti watch how sha'll ride wi' t' best on 'em there, 



Ower hedge, dyke, an' gutter, ther's nowt sha weean't clear. 



It's ' foller ' sha's cried to monny a man, 



Ther's nivver neea saying like as nowt it mud be, 



'At Miss Nancy fra Fadmoor mud come, 



If t' happen sha diz, Ah'll be bun for ti say 



Ther's few 'at '11 pass her, 'at's hunting to-day, 



For sha rides like Au'd Harry, bah gum ! 



Bud of all 'at could happen ti mak' us good sport, 



1. A term of derision often applied years ago to Non-conformists, who 



are still, though quite erroneously, imagined to be greedy in rural 

 districts. 



2. The Smithy (blacksmith's forge). 



3. Bob was evidently a Cobbler. 



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