86 IRISH SPORT AND SPORTSMEN. 



Of one, ye Foxes, must beware, 

 'Tis Briscoe, he's the Master, 



And when )'e see him on his grey. 

 Your brushes whisk, and go the faster. 



You'll easily know him by a fact, 

 Which between us I will mention. 



He pays the Ladies at the Meet 

 Remarkable attention. 



For Ladies patronise this Hunt, 

 Rich, poor, the great, and small. 



And very much delighted are 

 When a fellow gets a fall. 



There's Johnny Ryan,* on old "Wall," 



He looks as fresh as paint, 

 I do not like to look at him, 



For fear that I should faint. 



Avoid him, then, ye Foxes all. 

 As thro' the cover he crushes; 



And if ye will not take advice, 

 Ye'll surely lose your brushes. 



Then Duke,t that bloody-minded whip, 



Oh ! how he makes me run, 

 I wish that he would stay at home 



With his wife, and mind his son. 



But there is one ye must respect 



With love and adoration, 

 'Tis Parson Gregory that I mean, 



A Friend to all our nation. 



The Primate, just before he died, 



On that eventful day 

 Appointed him our race to shrive. 



And o'er out corpse to pray. 



His duty is so well performed 

 Your mind may be at rest ; 



Where'er you fall, he will be there, 

 You'll not die unconfessed. 



* The Huntsman. t The Whipper-in. 



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