230 ON THE GRAMPIAN HILLS. 



With the Quorn let us gallop from famed Kirby Gate, 

 And climb Burrow Hills at a heartbreaking rate ; 

 O'er yonder big fields where the Whissendine flows, 

 Let us follow Tom Firr, as " Yoi, over/' he goes. 

 Then fill up the flagon, etc. 



Let us ride with the Pytchley, whilst to Goodall we 



stick, 



As he shows us the way in a fast run from Crick, 

 Where the fences are large, and the pace oft's severe 

 (Unless you've a stout nag you've no business there). 

 If mounted by Darby, as I have been oft, 

 How grand is a gallop from famed Yelvertof t. 

 Then fill up a flagon, etc. 



With the stag-hounds in Essex let's follow the chase ; 

 If you ride o'er the Koothings you must go the pace, 

 For the country is open, the ditches are wide, 

 And it takes a bold horse to do them in his stride ; 

 If nervous, or timid, or fearful to fall, 

 Don't follow H. Petre or Collinson Hall. 

 Then, ho ! for a flagon, etc. 



Then away with dull care, let's be gay to the last, 

 Why sorrow or fret o'er the time that is past ; 

 Kemember those lines in which Horace did say, 

 "What has been, has been/' and each one has his day. 

 Let us dwell on the past, then, with pleasure, not pain, 

 And in mem'ry live o'er the old times again. 

 Then, ho ! for a flagon, etc. 



