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These Dorsetshire doubles are hairy and wide ; 



Go steady, and give your horse time ; 

 And after you land, let him out in his stride, 

 And gallop away with the galloping tide 



That follows the musical chime. 



The farmer in front on the bonny grey mare 



Is sailing along in the van. 

 He tackles his fences with plenty to spare, 

 And trusts to the mettle that comes from Kildare, 



This sportsman who rides like a man. 



And yonder a group by a horse in distress, 



The rider looks down in dismay ; 

 You see that assistance is near, and confess 

 You're glad they can spare you, and inwardly bless 



The hunter that bears you to-day. 



A deep muddy lane, where we land with a splash ; 



The hounds are perplexed by a hare ; 

 And Comedy turns at the point of the lash, 

 When off the right line she is tempted to flash : 



*' Baik, Comedy, baik, have a care." 



See Harmony hunting and feeling her way. 



She feathers in doubt on the track ; 

 Each ear is intent as they join in the fray, 

 When Harmony finds she has something to say 



They trust her, each hound in the pack. 



