HISTORY OF THE KILDARE HUNT 



You can find but few better, a great many worse, 

 Poor Pure ell, who though he does not funk the 



fences, 

 Is seldom in view when the running commences, 

 To the end of this day did he manage to crawl, 

 How he did it, to us it is nothing at all, 

 Many others there were in this hard clipping fun, 

 For Blane Pratty and Allet and Shore saw the run. 

 And some others who now may escape recollection, 

 (Pray take it as no personal reflection) 

 Taking leave now of those whom fortune be- 

 friended 

 In this hunting bout so nobly contended, 

 We must not forget those most woeful disasters. 

 Which befel some poor nags, and their doubly poor 



Masters, 

 Charles Makepeace on Spinctum went well for a 



bit. 

 Till running through Grangebeg he made a wrong 



hit, 

 Hutton's horse, which as yet was ne'er known to tire, 

 In crossing the bottoms , stuck fast in the mire, 

 How provoking a case, I wish that the Devil 

 Would take all the bogs, they are oft so uncivil, 

 But let us not quiz an unlucky f rater. 

 Misfortunes may catch us all sooner or later, 

 Corkram and Malloy in troubles were caught. 

 They were thrown out at first, and saw none of the 



sport, 

 Poor Phipps, at the Covert-side got a sad fall, 

 In leaping his mare on a heavy stone wall, 



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