52 FOX-HUNTING FROM SHIRE TO SHIRE 



THE FYLINGDALES FOXHOUNDS 



" You loyal foxhunters give ear to my song 

 I pray your attention^ I'll not keep you long, 

 Eighteen hundred and eleven was the date of the year 

 And the fifteenth of February as it doth appear. 



In Fylingdales parish nigh to Ramsdale Mill, 

 Bold reynard was earthed all in a steep hill, 

 There were many employed in cutting the rocks, 

 But be cheerful, brave sportsmen, we gained the fox. 



We'd sought him nine hours, its true what I say. 

 So now we'll confine him to another day. 

 Above eighty shrill voices so well do I know, 

 Concluded the day, with a shrill tally-ho ! 



Then hark, brother sportsmen, and I will prepare 

 The chase of bold reynard, to you to declare. 

 The day being appointed, it proved a dull morn. 

 We mounted, were ready, and shrill sounds the horn. 



Two hundred or more dogs, horses and men 

 Resorted together to see bold Ren ; 

 On the borders of Maybeck's where he was turned down 

 Over the moors that were marshy, he led us around. 



Our horses were all of the very best blood, 



I don't think you'll easily find such a stud, 



And hounds for the size against thousands we'll back. 



That old England throughout can't produce such a pack. 



Sly reynard proved crafty in making a bolt, 

 The dogs they ran counter which caused a default, 

 Three hours or more we sought him in vain, 

 Old Dancer gave mouth ' it's on him again,' 



Then hark unto Dancer, and ' To him I say,' 



And Carless and Ruler they soon did obey. 



At a very slow pace we ran him five mile. 



The footmen kept up with the hounds all the while. 



When they came to Lilhoe Cross they did him pursue. 

 When they came to that place they ran us in view, 

 We found he'd been hov'ring his scent was so strong 

 And his life was in danger by staying so long. 



