HISTORY OF THE KILDARE HUNT 



Wid two spurs and one whip in the ould pony's 



sides. 

 And there is the other who rides like a man; 

 When he's well away 'tis catch Willy who can; 

 Again on his fav'rite he'll never be seen 

 For I'm tould he's broke down his good servant 



Cruiskeen. 

 And who's that gint there in a mighty quandary? 

 That's Mr. Mansfield the hunt secretary; 

 That baste he's bestridin' does fall at odd time 

 But bedad it's not fair to tell sacrets in rhyme. 

 Who's that gintleman, he's a cute lookin feller 

 Wid a curly brimmed hat and coat tails like a 



swaller? 

 O that's t'other Mansfield, the bouldMasther Dick, 

 He'd kape you on laughin' until you were sick 

 Wid pains in yer jaws and yer sides cracked as well 

 Wid the quare things he'd say and the busthers 



he'd tell. 

 And whose are those beards in the midst of the 



scurry? 

 The man on the brown is the Lord of Cloncurry 

 The other's his brother the hon'rable Ned, 

 Whose eyes wid excitement start out of his head. 

 He goes like a rocket from out of a gun 

 He sticks to his plan and rides well through a run. 

 Augh boys, who comes now, he's a regular swell 

 Wid his iligant clothes, 'tis the Earl of Clonmell 

 And sated beside him we see Colonel Foster 

 Belave me me toight feller sure he's no gosther. 

 Tare and ages says I but there goes a big man 



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