HISTORY OF THE KILDARE HUNT 



But these moments of joy were soon on the wane, 

 He proved a rank Coward and turned back again, 

 Some time having trotted and jostled about. 

 When the patience of all were like to wear out. 

 And just as the Stoutest began to despair. 

 The Gallantest Fox ever found in Kildare, 

 Was unkennelled and scorning a Shelter to take, 

 From Garden or spinny, from bramble or brake, 

 Went off in fierce style, across meadow and ditch. 



Right close at his heels every son of a b h. 



Now to get a good start each swell did his best. 

 Most righteously saying Old Nick take the rest. 

 For three miles they went like the devils in hell. 

 As those who were with them can verily tell. 

 When two minutes check near the flat of Grangebeg, 

 Showed some in the bottoms had left a hind leg. 

 Little time was enjoyed here to quiz and to hoax, 

 For to Harristown Park away went the fox. 

 And after him chevied both horses and men. 

 Perhaps such a tickler we'll ne'er see again. 

 But here all our efforts to touch him were vain. 

 For despight of our teeth he reached the demesne. 

 Where tho' the hounds pressed him he cared not a 



pin. 

 And altho' nearly busting, he would not give in, 

 But gallantly strove the broad Liffey to cross. 

 And succeeding he sunk quite beat in the Gorse, 

 Which grew on the bank where he lay in the shade, 

 Not deeming his foes this retreat would invade. 

 But the hounds dashing in soon ended the strife. 

 This fine sporting fellow here yielded his life, 



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