92 THE MEYNELL HOUNDS. 



CHAPTER VIL 



MR. F. COTTON HIS WALK TO PERTHSHIRE — HIS MATCH 



WITH THE MARQUIS OF QUEENSBERRY — MERRYMAN 



GREAT BRAILSFORD RUN — MAJOR F. W. PEACOCK — END 

 OF THE SEASON 1882-1883. 



THE MEYNELL HUNT. 



Words and Music by Frederick Cotton. 

 I. 



Friends, your patience I crave while I tip you a stave, 



And whisper a word in your ear ; 

 For I sing of the sound of the horn and the hound, 



Which the saddest of hearts needs must cheer ; 

 For I sing of the hounds of the Meynell ; the world cannot boast 

 such a kennel ; 

 And a man must ride straight, if he'd not be too late 

 To see Reynard roll'd o'er by the Meynell. 



Chorus — Then hurrah for the hounds of the Meynell ; 

 The world cannot boast such a kennel ; 

 And a man must ride straight, if he'd not be too late 

 To see Reynard roll'd o'er by the Meynell. 



These good hounds in the chase to the best won't give place, 



For of good ones they're surely the pick ; 

 When the scent is breast high, swift as pigeons they fly, 



When 'tis cold to the line close they stick ; 

 For they can both find, hunt, and kill, and the man who denies it 

 knows nil. 

 If your mount is a hack, pray don't hunt with this pack, 

 Or get down you assuredly will. 



Repeat Chorus. 



