THE KILKENNY HOUNDS. 265 



Since the day that the phicky Lord Spencer 



Took the ' Wards' ' famous dyke in a fly, 

 Such value we never had since, sir — 

 ' Boyne Water' left some of us dry. 



Hip, hip, boys 1 a bumper, hurrah ! 

 Give each his well-earned rewards ; 

 Success to the men who to-day 

 Upheld the old fame of the Wards ! 



Charlie Brindley laid on his fair 'beauties,' 



Melodious they gave out the ' pay,' 

 No huntsman more strict to his duties, 



Success to himself and his grey ; 

 Jameson flew in advance o'er a rasper. 



With brave Leonard IMorrogh before, 

 Who never yet opened a hasp, sir, 



Spikes and all he goes fearlessly o'er. 



Hip, hip, boys, &c. 



•' Joe Hone, like the famed Galway Blazer, 

 On his bay leaves the rest in the shade; 

 He could land on the edge of a razor. 



And not leave a gap in the blade; 

 With Murland now close on his quarter. 



And Watson enjoying the fun ; 

 Though the ground be as holding as mortar. 

 They are found in the front of the run. 

 Hip, hip, boys, &c. 



See Harper, and Trotter, and INIeldon, 



With Kearsley are running a race ; 

 Bravo! my young soldier! faith, well done; 



You'll ne'er bring the Guards to disgrace. 

 There go Kennedy, Butler, O'Reilly, 



The deer keeping well in their view. 

 While Mat Duffy gains on them so slyly — 



Sure he knows every fence round Kilrue. 

 Hip, hip, boys, &c 



•' There M'Donald, D'Arcy, and young 

 Christie M'Grane, 

 You may see in the thick of the fray; 

 While M'Donogh skims over the plain, 

 Light-hearted as ever, though grey, 



