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Then, funking his soul out, see Eeatherstonehaugh, 

 Who thin as a thread is, and light as a straw ; 

 And screwing behind him, there 's Titzherbert's Dick, 

 His horse half done up, looking sharp for a nick. 

 The lads of Quorendon for me. 



Next Dick Knight and Smith Assheton we spy in the van, 



Eiding hard as two furies at catch that catch can. 



" Now Egmont,"(i) says Assheton ; " Now Contract/'(2) 



says Dick, 

 "By Gosh ! these d — d Quornites shall now see the trick." 

 No Northamptonshire hunters for me. 



Now smack at a yawner rides Winchilsea's Peer, (3) 

 So sure to be thrown on Pyramid's ear ; 

 And at the same place rides Smith, of Loraine ; 

 He 's off — no — he's on — he hangs by the mane. 

 The lads of Quorendon for me. 



Where Yilliers and Forester, Cholm'ley and all, 

 Get shopp'd by Loraine, and in they all fall ; 



And sweety Morant, that red-headed 



With Peyton and Foley, are left in a ditch. 



The lads of Quorendon for me. 



Now plump on the saddle see Boothby, (4) the great ; 

 Why, he 's nervous this morning, and rides for a gate ; 

 And, not less plump, sits friend Bobby Spencer, (5) 

 On thumping old Milo, and bilking the fence, Sir. 

 The lads of Quorendon for me. 



1. A famous hunter of Assheton Smith's. 



2. A celebrated hunter, rode by Dick Knight, Lord Spencer's huntsman. 



3. George, 8th Earl of Winchilsea, and 4th Earl of Nottingham, K.C, 

 Lord Lieut. County Rutland succeeded 1769 ; died 1826, unmarried. 



4. " Prince" Boothby, (lived with Mr. Meynell at Langton Hall.) 



5. Lord Robert Spencer. 



