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CHAPTER III. 



MEYNELL WORTHIES. 

 SONGS OF THE CHACE. 



This morning at work, sowing out of my hopper, 

 Troth, who should come by but Dick the earth-stopper ! 

 " Now, hark ye," says he, "I think these be hounds, 

 'Ods bobs, they be Meynell's ; I hear his word ' Zounds ! ' 



Chorus — With my Ballinamonarna, 



The hounds of Quarndon for me. 



II. 



"If we head him he'll damn us. A view? Tally-ho! 

 "Whilst the hounds ring the scent from the valley below ; 

 All carrying a head, sir, like pigeons in flight. 

 And beating the red coats a'most out of sight." 



III. 



From Billesdon they come and to Enderby go. 



Then, let us observe who rides over them now. 



And I think, my dear squire, you may cease your alarm. 



For, by Gosh, there's no rider could do them much harm. 



IV. 



The first in the burst, see yonder, comes Maynard, 

 Taking all in his stroke, yet obliged to strain hard ; 

 And next him on Marquis, there's dashing Charles Wyndham, 

 At a mortal great stride, leaving hundreds behind him. 



