THE FIRST PACKS 



Our staunch metal hounds, they fear no 

 bounds, 

 They followed him through thick and 

 thin. 

 And through trick, herey, haggart, corn 

 And they rolled him over on Blakestown 

 Hill. 



The fox being stout he wheeled about 

 Unto Lord Miltown's waterfall, 



The river Liffey there he crossed. 



Says he to himself, " I'll shun you all." 



Mr Ponsonby being the first man up. 



It's after him he did leap in. 

 He sunk unto the bottom deep. 



And for his life was forced to swim. 



Each man and horse was at a stand 

 To see him plunging in the deep. 



But Stingo brave that ne'er gave up. 

 It's o'er the hole with him did sweep. 



The standers by aloud did cry 



For fear he ne'er would chace no more. 

 But by lucky chance he reached the bank. 



And his flesh and clothes by the rocks was 

 tore. 



Through Monniemuck his course he took 

 Through Ballintubber ground and o'er 



He swam the lake and off did take 

 Off to the cross of Ballymore. 



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