HISTORY OF THE KILDARE HUNT 



We look to our scarlets, our nags, and our cords 

 For a run with the Meaths or a day with the Wards; 

 Both are good in their way, but they cannot surpass 

 A brush with the foxhounds across the short grass. 



Chorus. 



Bravest of men are the men of Kildare, 



Though fortune prove fickle they never de- 

 spair; 



Would you still wear your laurels I'd have you 

 beware 



How you ride to our hounds when you come to 

 Kildare. 



Arthurstown's tried, he's at home, a sure find. 

 Gone away, they are off in the teeth of the wind. 

 There goes Willie Blacker of sweet Castlemartin, 

 You'll find the right place he has ever his heart in; 

 Beside him Will Kennedy, ex-Master of Hounds, 

 Who would ride a flat race and give most of 'em 



poinds; 

 There too goes his brother, a jolly good fellow; 

 And Mansfield late master, whose heart is still 



mellow. 



Bravest of men, etc. 



In grand style the double is cleared by bold Lawless 

 Cloncurry; close up to the front rank they call us. 

 While Beasley looks calm as if winning a plate, 

 And O'Ferrall is ever despising a gate, 

 360 



