172 MODERN PIG-STICKING 



She gave a real good spear, and then 



That gallant pig he fought 

 At all and sundry charging in, 



And set his foes at naught. 



But finally he, too, was slain. 



Young Hoskyns' turn came next 

 After a weighty gentleman 



Who ran until perplexed, 



And out of breath with running hard 



Sought refuge in the river, 

 After the Hoskyns' spear had pierced 



The region of his liver. 



Now up and down on foot they fought 



Close by the river flood, 

 Until this gallant boar at last 



Fell lifeless in the mud. 



" To horse ! To horse ! " the Captain cried, 

 " No place for sluggards here," 



And out we went to beat the Ban, 

 Or did we beat a Bir ? 



I quite forget, but anyhow, 



A goodly boar soon broke, 

 And off we rode to lay him out, 



Each larruping his moke. 



Save Gibson none had ere a chance, 



And his was second one. 

 So died a likely pig before 



The fight had well begun. 



Another boar reported was, 



Hopes of the bag enhancing 

 Were great. We went to turn him out 



When lo on us advancing 



We saw him come, formed line, and met 



The foe, but turning tail 

 This coward pig fled swiftly off. 



Flight was of no avail. 



