A POEM. 105 



The shooting beat sustains ; he who thus errs, 



Each one he bags, may cause some pensioners ; 



By such ill management 'tis plainly shown 



Why this day's covey next day is not known ; 



Their meagre ranks thus fully 'counted for, 



By his unfairly carrying on the war ; 



For those that just hold life to fly away, 



Tis clear, will ne'er show sport another day. 



Your choice then made, fire quickly, and don't dwell 



Long on your bird ; if so, no fun'ral knell 



Your gun will sound : should your first shot have 



prov'd 



A hit or not, the piece must scarce be mov'd 

 The shoulder from, until you secondly 

 Your prowess on another victim try. 

 When straight away they fly, you'll not neglect 

 A steady point blank aim, to take effect ; 

 If sideways, should you try that on, you'll not, 

 In fifty trials, kill one single shot ; 



