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Yon fence seems a tickler get on to the charge ; 



See the ground appears sound, though the ditch may be large ; 



Tallyho ! tallyho ! get forward, sir, go. 

 One tops it, one baulks it, and, craning, turns round, 

 While a third quits his seat for a seat on the ground. 



Tallyho ! tallyho ! how together they go ! 



For a moment a sheep-foil now baffles the scent, 



See them stooping and questing each tries where he went; 



Tallyho ! tallyho ! how they cautiously go ! 

 Old Trojan has hit it no doubt can remain ; 

 Not a moment is lost they're together again. 



Tallyho ! tallyho ! how they gallantly go ! 



Now mark, in the valley, how motley the scene ; 

 Here men want their horses here horses want men : 



Tallyho ! tallyho ! very few seem to go ! 

 One loses a shoe, and another votes lame ; 

 Who is that in the brook ? Oh ! ask not his name. 



Tallyho ! tallyho ! how together they go ! 



Once more, wet and weary, poor Reynard is view'd ; 

 By few, save the pack, any longer pursued ; 



Tallyho ! tallyho ! they are good ones that go ! 

 Nor pluck, speed, nor cunning, the chase can prolong ; 

 WHO-WHOOP ! is the word, and who-whoop to my song. 



Tallyho ! tallyho ! may the Warwickshire 



Pack ever gallantly go.' 



" Now, my dear Hargrave, I think I have told you 

 nearly all that can interest you respecting this part of 

 Warwickshire, which I strongly recommend you to visit 

 next season. I think you will agree with me, that it is 

 one which cannot fail to show sport, with a good pack of 

 hounds, which those that now hunt it really are ; and 

 it is not very difficult to ride over. Your horses are, 

 no doubt, good timber and brick jumpers, as you have 

 plenty of that work in Essex ; but, when you come into 

 Warwickshire, you must expect a few falls, until your 

 horses learn to extend themselves in their leaps more than 

 what is required in Essex, many of the Warwickshire 

 fences being composed of either a strong blackthorn 

 hedge, or a flight of rails, with a wide ditch to boot, which, 

 if it happen to be on the landing side, acts as a trap to 

 your nag, unless he be prepared for it, by extending 

 himself in his leap. There are not many double fences ; 

 less, I think, than in any other country in which I have 

 hunted ; but unless a horse can go well in dirt, he has 



