EARL OF CRAVEN AND MR. T. DUFFIELD 271 



Which seemed so long had been deferred ; 



Short time for those who want a breathing 



As down the road the hounds are stealing. 



Now straight for Lyford in full cry, 



And passing Charney village by, 



As time and pace begin to tell, 



Poor Reynard should have made his will. 



They cross the road to Brook's house, 



And knock him over like a mouse ; 



Whoop, whoop, to those who are near, 



A welcome sound for all to hear. 



This fox had lived for full two hours. 



Before his keen and fleet pursuers ; 



The incidents, to tell them all. 



Are far too many to recall. 



But if a few we may mention. 



Take it for a good intention. 



John Tread well, then, from first to last, 



Was never beaten, not surpassed. 



The noble lord, his chief companion, 



Rode in splendid style and fashion. 



Jim* (the whip) who'd ridden Archer, 



Rode so fast could ride no faster ; 



Whilst Duffield (Charles), our late good Master, 



Rod e so smart, no man rode smarter. 



Kyfifin, Fox, Atkins, and Campbell, 



Were at the end and in the scramble ; 



While Crowdy P. in front was seen 



With the well-known gallant Captain Green. 



From reds to green we here must turn, 



As Aldworth did a lesson learn. 



By keeping on you see the fun. 



And see the finish of the run. 



From green to black now let us go. 



And see what humble people know. 



With Morland first, who went so well, 



* Jim Hewgill, the ist Whip. 



