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" Oh, who," they all asked, " is the man like a clown ? 

 " The one who is riding the thoroughbred brown ? 

 " The smell of his scent is so fearfully strong, 

 " He'll spoil all the sport if you keep him out long." 



But Fugleman opens, " Hark Fugleman, hark ! " 

 And Finder and Fisherman join him, hark ! hark : 

 And then with a chorus that brings you delight. 

 Ten couple chime in and put everything right. 



The gap in the covert, we had it in turn. 



The hat of the sportsman rolled off in the fern, 



And then in succession we came to a gate, 



" Come take it," I said, " or you're sure to be late." 



" The horse is a good one, he'll jump it I know, 

 " Come give us a lead and let Baronet go ; " 

 He turned him away without speaking a word. 

 He might have been deaf, but I fancied he heard. 



A Dorsetshire double, big, hairy and wide, 

 I took it and galloped away with the tide ; 

 And later I saw at the end of the run 

 Old Baronet only enjoying the fun. 



He had all the fences alike as they came, 

 The stile in the meadow, the drop in the lane, 

 But the sportsman was down on his back in a ditch, 

 The people who saw him they said it was rich. 



