•' He's now sinking fast — they are close at his brush — 

 ' Whoo-oop ! ' they have got him ; one crack from your 

 ^ thong, 



Then jump off — get away from the wrangling rush, 



And thank Eobert, who taught you to send him along." 



Written by the late Ret. H. 0. Coxe, 



Librarian of the Bodleian. 



QUOEN HOUNDS, 1867. 



Tune — " Who can tell," 



When \^ill the *Marquis come ? Who can tell ? 



Half-past twelve or half-past one ? Who can tell ? 



Is he sober, is he drunk ? Nipping "like Mjn heer von 



Dunk? 

 Will he ride or will he funk ? Who can tell ? 



Shall we have to wait again ? Who can tell ? 

 In the wind and in the rain ? Who can tell ? 

 While the Marquis, snug and warm, in the hall where 



toadies swarm, 

 Leaves us to the pelting storm ? Who can tell ? 



Where'll he draw by way of luck ? Who can tell ? 

 Gartree hill, or Bradgate Park ? Who can tell ? 

 Sport regarding as a jest, which will suit his fancy best — 

 North or south, or east or west? Who can tell? 



Harry, last Marquis of Hastings, died iS 



