THE WILLEY WHIPPER-IN. 139 



There ! old Jerry is rapping, and hark how he hoots, 

 "Tis past five o'clock, Tom, and here are your hoots.' 



" I am in the old homestead, and here comes ' old Jack,' 

 And old Stephens has help'd Master George to his back ; 

 Whilst old Childers, old Pilot, and little Blue-hoar 

 Lead the merry-tongued hounds through the old kennel door. 



" I'm by the old wood, and I hear the old cry — 



* Od's rat ye dogs — wind him ! Hi ! Nimble, lad, hi ! ' 

 I see the old fox steal away through the gap. 



Whilst old Jack cheers the hounds with his old velvet cap. 



" I'm seated again by my old grandad^s chair, 

 Around me old friends and before me old fare ; 

 Every guest is a sportsman, and scarlet his suit, 

 And each leg 'neath the table is cas'd in a boot. 



" I hear the old toasts and the old songs again, 



* Old Maiden ' — ' Tom Moody ' — ' Poor Jack ' — ' Honest Ben ; ' 

 I drink the old wine, and I hear the old call — 



* Clean glasses, fresh bottles, and vi2)es for us all.' " 



