So forrard ! again, till they mark him to ground 



In the heart of the cream of the shire ; 

 A stranger has watched from the moment we found 

 The bonny grey mare flying on to the sound 

 Of the music that fills her with fire. 



A high price is paid for that winsome mare, 



The farmer seems pleased with the day, 

 And on his way home he is heard to declare 

 He'll buy a new dress for his missus to wear, 

 And take her to town to the play. 



And now, brother sportsman, go home to your rest 



And dream of the chase till the morn ; 

 Ride on in your sleep o'er the fields of the West, 

 The vale that puts rider and horse to the test, 

 And follow the hound and the horn. 



