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Let Uckerby boast of the feats of the Kaby, 



And Kavenscar tell what the Hur worth have done, 

 But the wide-spreading pastures of Sadberge can swear to 

 The brushes our fleet pack of fox -hounds have won : 

 Tben that Sedgefield, our country, all countries outvies, 

 sir, 

 The highest top sparkling bumper decides, 

 That we've foxes can fly, sir, or sinking must die, sir, 

 When pressed by the hounds o'er which Lambton 

 presides ! 



Then drink to the fox-hounds, 

 Those high-mettled fox-hounds ; 

 We'll drink to the hounds o'er which Lambton presides. 



Of their heart- bursting "flys" let the Leicestershire 

 tell us. 

 Their plains, their ox-fences, and that sort of stuff ; 

 But give me a day with the Sedgefield brave fellows, 



Where horses ne'er flinch, or men cry 'hold, enough ;' 

 While the blood of Old Csssar our foxes can boast, sir. 



May Lambton their only dread enemy be ; 

 And the green weaving whins of our covers my toast, sir — 

 Oh! the hounds and the blood of old Lambton for me! 

 Then drink to the foxhounds, 

 Those high-mettled foxhounds ; 

 We'll drink to the hounds o'er which Lambton presides. 



G. M. SuTTON". 



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