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To the tempter Duffcy listened. 



When the morning came he went, 

 Travelled by Great Northern Eailway, 



Still on Horsley Car intent. 

 When he got there, quite delighted, 



(Covers, foxes, grass, and scent,) 

 All he found that he'd been told off — 



" This is what the master meant." 



Later on, that winter evening, 



Coxbench covers must be drawn. 

 " Dufty, you stand here to view him, 



Close beside that black old thorn." 

 You, I know, won't let him slip you ; 



You're a man one need not warn." 

 Small this cover is, and hollow — 



Foxes here must soon be gone. 



Hark ! the joyful news proclaiming ! 



Foxhounds' music fills the air ; 

 Ev'ry heart beats loud and gaily, 



Waiting Dufty's welcome cheer. 

 Strange ! the silence still unbroken — 



To that end he ran 'tis clear ; 

 Hounds come pouring to the corner — 



" Sir, I'm sure he's not gone here." 



Can I tell this wondrous story : 



How he passed 'neath Dufty's nose : 

 Ean right down the ditch below him, 



Almost grazed his horse's toes ? 

 Sad and scornful were the murmurs 



From the strangers there that rose. 

 South Notts, men must now knock under — 



Derbyshire o'er Dufty crows. 



L. C. MUSTEES. 



