SIR EDWARD KENNEDY, 1868-1874 



Upon a big horse fit to draw a big van. 



Shure that's Charley Hoffman and don't he look 



sly? 

 See the nod of his head and the wink of his eye. 

 There's Musther Mahony who comes from Grange 



Con 

 That's a swate lookin' bit that he's sated upon. 

 And here's Captain Tuthill who comes from Black- 

 hall 

 Shure, he'll come down heavy if he gets a fall. 

 Holy Riddy who's this with a fine head of hair.'' 

 It's Captain McCalmont, I knew he'd be there. 

 An officer bould in the Royal Hussars 

 A suitable place for a great son of Mars. 

 Ther's Mr Kirkpatrick and Mr Tom Trinch 

 Each lookin' as grave as a judge on the binch; 

 And that's Mr Forbes who from Scotland has come 

 In Ireland on horses he's spint a large sum. 

 Good luck to his racers they run straight and true; 

 Long life to their owner more power to Falk Blue. 

 And there's Mrs Langrishe in her pony carriage 

 And lookin' more plazed than a bride at her mar- 

 riage; 

 Behold Mrs Tynte on a darlint brown mare 

 Whariver the hounds mate she's shure to be there. 

 And that is her husband, he's of the ould stock 

 Through life he has been a true sport lovin' cock; 

 His welcome is hearty and good is his cheer 

 He'd like to see hounds ivery day in the year. 

 There's Johnnie Hamilton, all full of fun 

 He ne'er leaves a heeltap nor lives through a run. 



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