278 THE OLD BERKS HUNT 



John Treadwell. 



You know John Treadwell, 



Now the coat he wears is black ; 

 He sees lots of fun, 



If it is upon a hack. 

 We meet him in the field, 



Tho' he doesn't hunt the pack, 

 Yet he is welcomed by the Master 



In the morning. 



In a run o'er the Vale, 



It was fun to have a look 

 At the game old man 



Have a cut at Rosey Brook. 

 It mattered not to him 



Which way a fox took 

 That he found at Rosey Covert 



In the morning. 



You know John Treadwell, &c. 



His care was for his hounds, 



Not a d about his neck ; 



It was a treat to see him cast them 



When he came to a check ; 

 He would hold them on the line, 

 And if there was the slightest speck, 



Would show you as they ketched him 



In the morning. 



You know John Treadwell, &c. 



His fondness for the sport 



I am sure it never lags ; 

 He's a topper in the field 



As good upon the flags ; 



