342 NIMRCmS HUNTING TOUR 



Never heeding a tumble, a scratch, or a fall, 

 Lying close in his quarter, see Scott of Woodhall ! 

 And mind hou' he cheers them with " Hark to the cry ! " 

 Whilst on him the Peer keeps a i^rcttij sharp eye. 



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And next him on Morgan, all rattle and talk, 

 Cramming over the fences comes wild Martin llawke ; 

 Eut his neck he must break surely sooner or late. 

 As he'd rather ride over than open a gate. 



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TJien tJiere's dashing Frank Eoynton, who rides thorougli-breds. 

 Their carcases nearly as small as their heads ; 

 But he rides so d — d hard that it makes my heart ache, 

 From tear his long legs should be left on a stake. 



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Behold ilarry Mellish, as wild as the wind. 

 On Lancaster mounted, leaving numbers behind : 

 Hut lately return'd from democrat France, 

 Where, forgetting to bet, he's been learning to dance. 



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Tliat caglc-oycd sportsman, Charles Branding, Ijehold, 

 Lying in a snug place, which needs scarcely be told ; 

 But from riding so hard, my friend Charley, forbear, 

 From fear you should tire your thirty jiound uiarc .' 



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And close at liis heels, see Bob Lascelles advance, 

 Dress'd as gay for the field as if leading the dance. 

 Resolved to ride hard, nor be counted the last, 

 I'rctty sure of the sliced of his fav'rite Outcast. 



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Next moimted on Pancake, see yonder comes Leji, 

 A sportsman I'm sure well deserving my pen ; 

 Tlis looks in high glee, and enjoying the fun, 

 Tho' truly I fear that his cal'e's over done. 



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On Methodist percli'd in a very good station, 

 Frank Barlow behold, that firm prop of the nation : 

 But nothing could greater offend the good soul, 

 Than to Coventry seni from the chase and the bowl. 



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