THE TARSETTEARIAN FOX 131 



The gallant fox was bagg'd at last, 



The fun it did begin. 

 The Tyne lads and the Tarset men 



They neckit like game cocks, 

 " Kame Wully" stud stagnatit see 



Ower that Tar sett earian Fox. 



Tom Armstrong grippit still his game, 



Ye never saw sic fun, 

 That Yarrow cheil, Jim Sisterson, 



Spanghew'd a Tarset hun'. 

 The Meun gript Moffat by the neck, 



An' swore he'd clean their clocks, 

 Some gat the skin peel'd off their shin 



Ower that Tarsettearian Fox. 



Peace was then proclaimed ance mair, 



The fox was set away ; 

 Horse, fut, an' hunds, a' after him, 



In wild and grand array. 

 But frae the rush he sav'd his brush, 



And hol'd in yonder rocks ; 

 An 7 hid his nose frae frien's and foes, 



That Tarsettearian Fox. 



