88 ROYAL ROCK BEAGLE HUNT. 



Another song, composed by C. Rawson for the occasion of a dinner to 

 the farmers at Beeston Castle, refers to a considerable number of the old 

 members of the R.R.B. in their more convivial aspect, and, as the song is of 

 great length, it may conveniently be divided, the latter portion being more 

 appropriately placed after tiie description of the visits of the hounds to 



Beeston. 



THE R.R.B. AT BEESTON. 



You ask me to sing, but my boys Em afraid, 

 A very bad choice you will find you have made ; 

 Still my shocking bad singing may cause you a laugh, 

 And mirth gives a zest to the liquor we quaff. 



I never could boast that Ed musical jaws, 

 Nor e'er hoped to rival friend Walford's "jackdaws," 

 Nor like Greenham, " The great Mogul's''^ accident " sing, 

 Nor come the pathetic like our Ching-a-ring. 



Were I to attempt " Down among the dead men," 

 You'd cry " Demme ! if ever we ask liiin again " ; 

 And Christie would cut me for ever, I know, 

 If I were to spoil " Slither down a rainbow." 



Instead of fine singing, Ell give you a toast ; 

 Let us drink to the pack that's a pride and a boast. 

 From the Mersey's wide shores to the banks of the Dee : 

 Here's success and long life to the famed R.R.B. 



The enjoyment they give can't be purchased with wealth ; 

 They've created good fellowship, given us health. 

 And his heart must be cold who's not pleased with the sight 

 Of the good-humoured faces around us to-night. 



As long as we li\e we can never forget 



The runs we have had and the friends we have met ; 



What can e'er efface, midst life's future pursuits, 



Our " By-gum's " good legs and our " Cromweirs" black boots ? 



And who can forget, when he thinks of the pack, 

 Bob Tinley and Cameron perched on a stack ? 

 Whilst Christie and Eindlay, on top of a gate. 

 The return of the hare most patiently wait. 



See, Walford is leading — then Hewitt and Clarke ; 

 D. O. Bateson and Hemery will run till 'tis dark ; 

 And we must confess without envious bias. 

 There's no better runner than Mister Matthias. 



The great " Ching-a-ring," too, is in a good place ; 

 Our chaplain has run till he's black in the face. 

 Whilst Tobin is smoking behind them so far. 

 And Lyon's enjoying a paper cigar. 



* Nicknames of somk of the Ancient Members.— " The Great Mogul": 

 II. Greenham. " Ching-a-ring " : T. A. Biishby (probably). " By Gum " : A. Walford. 

 '• Cromwell," or " Old Noli " : Henry Walford. "'Evergreen" : J. Okell. 



