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Yonder they come to us driving and lashing. 



Yonder the leaders are scouring to cry, 

 There through the fence they are eagerly crashing ; 



Mark the good pack, you will see them go by. 



Now like a waterfall bursting and breaking. 

 True to their course, yet so wild to be free, 



Follow^ them, follow the line they are taking, 

 Follow their melodies over the lea. 



Follow them, follow them, faster and faster. 

 Follow the men who are leading the van, 



Follow them still with the hard-riding Master 

 Sailing along as an Englishman can. 



Mark the good chesnut so deep in the quarter, 

 Strong as a carthorse, and short in the back ; 



Yet you may know her a thoroughbred's daughter, 

 GHding so easily over the track. 



Straight for the gate. Will she turn ? Never fear it ! 



Neatly she judges it, gamely she tries, 

 Is it too much for her ? Look — will she clear it ? 



Up to it, close to it, over she flies. 



Well you may fondle her, you who possess her, 

 Well you may lay your light hand on her mane ; 



Trust her, confide in her^trust her ! — why, bless her ! 

 Trust her and trust her again and again. 



