130 THE TARSfcTTEARIAN FOX. 



Away o'er bent an' heathery heights, 



The dogs and fox are gane; 

 Till little Kuby o' the Kame 



Was huntin' him alane. 

 When in the shire of Donkleywood, 



The Tyne lads cam in flocks ; 

 Horse, fut, an' him' join'd in the run 



Of that Tarsettearian Fox. 



Keynard noo ance mair heads back 



Straight for his hielan' sheil ; 

 Frae monie a scrauch an' f earf u' yell, 



Eneuch to flay the deil. 

 He leaves them a', far, far awa', 



Hunds, Sandys, Wulls, and Jocks, 

 ! joy of joys, he's hol'd, my boys, 



That Tarsettearian Fox. 



The hunds an' hunters then cam up, 



The howkin it began ; 

 Some swore the fox should hae fair-play, 



Some wanted a neck hunn. 

 Then Andra E-obson rampit oot, 



Sic thunnerin stanes in blocks ; 

 He ript the haggs and splet the crags, 



For that Tarsettearian Fox. 



Stand back ! stand back ! then some did shoo 

 When the terriers were set in ; 



