132 FOX-HUNTING RECOLLECTIONS 



Here's to the Master ^ well skilled in the art 



To kill an old fox in all weathers ; 

 Here's to the riders, all ready to start, 



Brilliant in boots and in leathers. 



Here's to the hounds, all vigour and bone. 



In condition excelling all others ; 

 Here's to old Barwick,^ who stands quite alone 



In cheering them on through the covers. 



Here's to the Sportsmen, I give you each name. 

 Their feats and their fortunes in detail ; 



North Riding heroes, all eager for fame. 

 To be reaped in the country of Bedale. 



On Borderer mounted see Milbank ride, 

 Three hundred won't buy such a horse, sir ; 



Limbs with no check to their freedom of stride, 

 Wind without whistle or cough, sir. 



'Tally Ho! Toot-a-toot ! he is gone,' says the Squire; 



Let any one catch them who can, sir, 

 Who rides with my hounds a good horse will require, 



And himself he must be a good man, sir. 



Here's to the Duke,^ if he leads not still Leeds, 

 To borrow a joke from His Grace, sir ; 



A nobleman true, both in word and in deeds. 

 And the firmest support of the chase, sir. 



Here's to the Graeme,* who does not disdain 

 In a north- country province to ride, sir ; 



Forgetting that once, thro' the Leicestershire plain. 

 Scarce a rival could live by his side, sir. 



^ Mr. Milbank of Thorp Perrow, died 1882. 

 ^ Mr. Milbank's first whip. 

 3 The 6th Duke of Leeds. 

 * Sir Bellingham Graham. 



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