:J44 NIMROD'S HUNTING lOITR 



The two Lees, Harvey Hawke, Frank Soth'roii, and all, 

 Are skirting away for Stapleton Hall ; 

 Whilst far in the rear behold Overley Cooke, 

 Endcav'ring to scramble o'er Ample's wide brook. 

 AVitli my, &e. 



Par aloof to the right, and op'ning- a gate. 

 There's a sportsman by system who^ never rides straight ; 

 But why, my good Godfrey, thus far will you roam. 

 When a pack of tine beagles hunt close to your homo ? 

 With my, &c. 



Safe o'er the brook — but where's Captain Dancer? 

 Oh ! he's stopping to catch Sir Rowland Winn's prancor 

 But what is the use of that, my friend Winn ? 

 If on foot you attempt it, you'll sure tumble in. 

 With my, &c. 



Oiv liis chestnut nag mounted, and heaving in flank, 

 At a very great distance behold Bacon Frank, 

 So truc's the old maxim, we even now find. 

 That Justice will always come limping behind. 

 With my, &c. 



See Starkey and Hopwood, so full of their jokes, 

 From Bramham Moor come, to be quizzing the folks ; 

 And when they return the whole chase they'll exjilain — 

 Tho' they saw little of it — to crony Fox Lane. 

 With my, &c. 



Lost, spavin'd, and gall'd, but shewing some blood — 

 For from Coxcomb's poor shoulders it streams in a flood - 

 Behold Mr. Hodson, how he fumes and he frets, 

 While his black lies entangled in ciirsed sheeii nets. 

 With my, &c. 



If his name I pass'd over I fear ho would cavil — 

 I just wish to say that I saw Mr. Saville : 

 And with very long coat on (a friend to his tailor), 

 With some more Wakefield heroes, behold Mr. Nailor. 

 With my, &c. 



A large posse see in the valley below. 

 Who serve very well just to make up a show ; 

 But broad as the brook is, it made many stop. 

 It's not ev'ry man's good luck to get to the top. 

 With mv, &c. 



