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Me. Wicksted's Eeplt. 



Oh Nestor ! to joke thus how can you begin ? 

 Forgetting the proverb, " let those laugh who win." 

 Tour trencher-fed puppies won't win you one prize — 

 Saddle, broadcloth, or trumpet, to gladden your eyes. 

 Ere old Wells's coat shall be shorn of its skirts 

 Both you and Will Danby shall work in your shirts ; 

 Tor no Holderness tailor shall measure a stitch 

 Of the broadcloth that's won by Holderness bitch. 

 Ton must use your old saddles and break your old reins 

 With pulling old screws thro' the Holderness drains. 

 Of the silver-tongued trumpet depend on't no hound 

 On the far side of Humber will e'er hear a sound. 

 So from joking forbear — it will prove a wrong cast — 

 For you're sure to be beat by a Joker at last. 



THE HFEWORTH FOX CHASE : 



A BALLAD, WRITTEN Olf THE OCCASION OF A MOST 



EEMARKABLE EUN WITH Mr. ChAELES TuRNEE's 



HOUNDS ON THE IST DAY OF SePT., 1775. 



Attend, jolly sportsmen, I'll sing you a song, 

 Which cannot fail pleasing the old and the young. 

 I'll sing of a famous old fox and his wiles, 

 And lead you a dance of at least fifty miles. 

 I'll tell you a tale of such men and such hounds, 

 With what courage they bound o'er all sorts of grounds 

 How dogs vie with dogs, and how men with men strive- 

 Old Draper may rue that he was not alive. 



