A POEM. 87 



But, as with horses, colour is no bar, 

 For worth a mottled jacket cannot mar. 



These birds are found invariably to lay 

 At summit of the hills, if fine the day 

 But when ind iff rent, use the middle range 

 When very bad, again their haunts they change, 

 The lowest butts are then their resting place : 

 If wet the night has been, a piteous case 

 The eager Sportman's is, for let him try 

 His utmost, gen'rally they will not lie. 

 They're mostly met with when the gale blows strong 

 'Bout midway down the hills, where ling is long ; 

 Their flights are lengthy when this haps we find, 

 And, unlike fowl in general, down the wind. 



Most Sportsmen shoot from day break till eleven, 

 Refresh, and on from three until th' even, 

 Or rather, sunset, then the day's sport strike 

 Those who try longer act unsportsmanlike. 



