SCENES FROM THE SADDLE. 



Ho 1 for the find when the fox knows his mind. 



The risk ? — he gallantly meets it ; 

 'Tis a race, a race 

 'Twixt his and hounds' pace ; 



His death ? — for this time he cheats it. 



Ho ! for a find when a scent-bearing wind 

 Blows fresh, is steadily blowing, 



The country well soaked. 



In shadow well cloaked. 



The fences all fair, 



No " wire — beware — " 

 O'er a line that is known, wants knowing. 



Ho ! for the day when the fox goes away 

 Straight from the whin in the morning. 



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