AND STIRLINGSHIEE HUNT 



To Livingstone covert the fox bends his course ; 

 Well in is each hound, and well blown is each horse ; 

 "Whilst tooting and blawing, a mile out of sight, 

 But slowly and surely, conies fat Geordie Knight.^ 

 Hark away ! &c. 



On his black nag, see Erskiue,^ a mile in the rear, 

 With none alongside him his sad heart to cheer ; 

 Though none less jy^^sumptuous or quiet can be, 

 I am sorry to say, %ii\\ presumptive is he. 

 Hark away ! &c. 



A sportsman of note, in green collar behold, 

 Sticking close to the road, a M' Adamite bold ; 

 And looking as though he said, " Catch me who can " ; 

 Yet though Adam's ^ (a) his name, here he's never tirst man. 

 Hark away ! &c. 



Who's he in white topper, on flea-bitten grey. 

 With hobby-like canter slow streaming away 1 

 His name I forget : but the ladies all own 

 He's the prettiest, genteelest young man about town. 

 Hark away ! &c. 



Alive to the adage we have read long ago, 

 Of " Train up a child in the way he should go," 

 Scrambling, tumbling, and jumping o'er all sorts of fence, 

 See the scions of Buchan and Houstoun advance. 

 Hark away ! &c. 



Three raw gaunt Goliaths are thund'ring this way. 

 That they won't ride us down I most fervently pray ; 

 Half gemmen, half dealers, all sons of the clod, 

 Not so long as their daddy, by near half a rod. 

 Hark away, &c. 



(a) Adam. Addicted to splashing his comrades on the highway. 



' Gteorge Knight, huntsman. 



' Afterwards Earl of Buchan, the author of these verses. 



^ Mr Adam Hay. 



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