A PLEA FOR INTEREST IN HOUNDS 45 



Mobbed at Smithfield by the rabble, 



"Who a fox could follow there ? 

 Let the tinker ride his kettle, 



Let the tailor ride his goose, 

 Not come here to rile and nettle 



Huntsmen, since it is no use: 



" 'Tain't the red coat makes the rider, 



Breeches, boots, nor yet the cap. 

 Gemmen ! Gemmen ! shame upon 'em ! 



Gemmen plague me most of all ; 

 Worse then Bowden mobs at Dunham, 



Worse then cobblers at Pool Hall, 

 Spurring at each fence their clippers 



When the hounds are in the rear 

 (Regular Gemmen — self and whippers 



Tipping always once a year). 



" Well 1 soft sawder next I'll try on. 



Rating only riles a swell ; 

 Mr, Brancker, Mr. Lyon, Mr. Hornby, hope you're well 



Not the hounds am I afraid on, 

 And I likes to see you first ; 



But when so much steam is laid on, 

 Bean't you feared the copper'U bust '? 



Rantipole, I see'd him sprawling 

 Underneath a horse's hoof ; 



Prudence only heard me calling, 

 Just in time to keep aloof. 



" Tuneful now can only whimper. 



She who once sweet music spoke ; 

 Vulcan, he's a reg'lar limper 



Ever since his leg they broke. 

 Gemmen, who can ride like winking, 



Should behave themselves as sich, 

 'Tickler when the fox is sinking. 



And the hounds are in a hitch. 



