8^ IRISH SPORT AND SPORTSMEN. 



There's David and Fred Malcomson, 

 True sportsmen to the bone, 



Who wives have got, and children too, 

 But won't be kept at home. 



Most hunts can boast of curious men, 

 Parson, Methodist, or Shaker, 



But who can boast what this hunt can — 

 A bearded, flying Quaker !* 



A sportsman comes from Wexford side 



A forward riding man ; 

 When Glascott's going with the hounds 



Oh ! catch him then who can. 



Black-coated Lambert well can go, 

 And to the front will paddle, 



But he'd look better if he kept 

 His hand from oif the saddle. 



Then Butler rides to the covert side, 

 That amorous gay young Peeler, 



He rattles on, and often gets 

 A most tremendous squeeler. 



A clicking noise I thought I heard, 



'Tis Rivers on the grey, 

 He ticks so hard, I'm sure his horse 



Can tell the time of day.f 



From Waterford, Harry Sargent comes. 

 Right forward he will race 



And better still he seems to go 

 Since he's got a hairy face. J 



The Captain § fresh from foreign parts, 

 From fighting and hard knocks, 



" Ram Rusty " spurs, and much prefers 

 At home to hunt the Fox. 



Each hair upon my body stands, 

 I hear some ominous sounds, 



Good-bye, ye foxes, I am off, 

 I just can see the hounds. 



* Joseph Strangman, a " first flight " man. 



t He has a habit of always " click, clicking," to his horse. 



I He let his beard and mustache grow this season. 



§ Oapt. Briscoe, eldest son of Henry Briscoe, the Master. 



