FARMING AND FOXHUNTING 



Kingston Lisle. What a day ! I have made an 

 effort to put it into rhyme : 



T'was at Lotmead Gate 

 They met their fate ; 



Vale warriors old, 



And women bold, 

 So soon to leave the plate. 



Oh, David Price-less Master 

 Not you to lose your plaster, 



Your heart was good 



Your horse just stood. 

 You must be mounted faster. 



To Ding Dong Farmer Bell, 

 That long and heavy Swell, 



The Wanbro' Brook, 



Is a cosy nook. 

 He knows so well. 



Bad luck to Charlie Briant, 

 Whom we left to save the Giant, 



The lion bold, 



From water cold. 

 Oh, Charles, you are reliant. 



Of the lass who rides a grey. 

 There really is little to say. 



She thinks it fun 



To water a run. 

 Was it — three times that day? 



Let's tell the truth. 

 Of a damsel Ruth, 



She entered the flood 



And drew the blood 

 Of " Excusable " by " Youth." 

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