THE LIFE OF A SPORTSMAN 



Kestraiu your wiUl ardour, as yet, within bounds, 

 And Avait to ride after, not over, the hounds. 



Tallyho ! tallyho ! — see the well-chosen 



Pack, how together tliey go ! 



With eye beaming cunning, and light-tripping i)ace, 

 8ee the fox steals away — hear the pack in full cliase ; 



Tallyho I tallyho ! — how together they go ! 

 Hold hard, for a moment, and give them fair play : 

 You'll all want your top-speed, if they once get away. 



Tallyho ! tallyho ! — see together tliey go. 



How some, fairly mounted, go striding along, 

 Wliile others hard labour with bit, steel, and thong : 



Tallyho ! tallyho !— how tl'ej struggle to go ! 

 Hold hard ! is the word, but I strongly suspect. 

 Not the hounds, but some horses are brought to a check. 



Tallyho ! tallyho I — how they gallantly go ! 



Yon fence seems a tickler — get tin to the charge ; 



See the ground appears sound, though the ditch may l)e large ; 



Tallyho ! tallyho ! — get forward, sir, go. 

 One tops it, one baulks it, and, craning, turns round. 

 While a third quits his seat for a seat on the ground. 



Tallyho ! talljho ! — how together they go ! 



For a moment a sheep-foil now battles the scent, 



See them stooping and questing — each tries Avhere he went ; 



Tallyho ! tallyho ! — how they cautiously go ! 

 Old Trojan has hit it — no doubt can remain ; 

 Not a moment is lost — they're together again. 



Tallyho ! tallyho ! — how tiiey gallantly go ! 



Now mark, in the valley, how motley the scene ; 

 Here men want their horses — here horses want men : 



Tallyho ! tallyho I — very few seem to go ! 

 One loses a shoe, and another votes lame ; 

 Who is that in the brook ? — Oh ! ask not his name. 



Tallyho ! tallyho ! — how together they go ! 



Once more, wet and weary, poor Keynard is view'd ; 

 By few, save the pack, any longer pursued ; 



Tallyho ! tallyho ! — they are good ones that go ! 

 Nor pluck, sjjeed, nor cunning, the chase can i)rolong ; 

 Who-WHOOP ! is the word, and who-whoop to my song. 



Tallyho ! tallyho I — may the Warwickshire 



Pack ever gallantly go."' 



' Now, my dear Harorave, I think I lui\e told you nearly all 

 that can interest you respecting' this part of Warwickshire, which 

 I strongly recouuiiend you to visit next season. I think you 



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