The sportsman from town, with his marvellous horse, 



Who told us last night by the fire, 

 He'd show us the way as a matter of course. 

 O ! why were his words never put into force ? 



" The pace was too good to inquire." 



*' Who-whoop " at the finish, each hound in his place, 



What more could a sportsman require? 

 The huntsman replied, with a smile on his face, 

 When asked for the time of this wonderful race, 

 " The pace was too good to inquire." 



The pluck that has made us is with us to-day, 



The spirit that fills us with fire, 

 In facing the foe let all Englishmen say 

 AVhen signals of danger are placed in the way, 



" The pace is too good to inquire." 



