THE GALWAY HOUNDS. 1 45 



" And now for his hounds. To his fame it redounds 



That he owns the best pack in the world ; 

 O'er the fields in a cluster they run such a ' buster,' 



Like leaves by a hurricane * whorled.' 



" Such loins and such shoulders skim walls built o'bouldhers, 



Tho' Rinard may make bould resistance ; 

 They've dash, blood an' strength, limbs, nose, too, an' length. 



So they care not for pace nor for distance. 



*' No noise or disorder, the fields in good order, 



All coming for sport, not for * gaggin' ;' 

 Yez must be pretty smart and try bould for a start, 



For here there is really no ' laggin'.' 



" Now of fair girlsT sing, who, like birds on the wing, 

 Lead the first flight throughout the whole gallop ; 



Yet sit graceful, an' go when they hear * Tallyho' — 

 * Och,' the divil a man they can't ' wallop.' 



*' Thin • Hurrah for the Blazers,' an' ' the ladies that plaze us,' 



May Burton hunt fifty years more, shure ; 

 As thro' luck an' disaster, as huntsman an' master, 



He has hunted the country a score, shure." 



*' Very good ; I suppose I must respond to your 

 call, so I'll sing my favourite song : 



" THE IRISH HUNTER. 



" I've as good an Irish hunter as ever trod the lea, 



How neatly he picks up his foot, how well he bends his knee ; 

 And such a head and rein he's got ! and such a depth of girth, 

 With hocks, and loins, and quarters, to bring him through the 

 dirt. 



Jolly boys, jolly boys 1 



Hurrah for the fox and the hounds. 



Jolly boys ! 



" He looks a little plain at first, but jump upon his back, 



And in a moment you'll find out he's no common plain bred 

 hack. 

 He feels as strong as any horse, yet airy as a feather. 



Oh! that's the lad to carry you through plough, grass, or 

 heather. 



Jolly boys, &c. 



