FULL CRY 35 



Yarn-der 'e goes ! 



And he's crawling and far from an earth that he knows : 



Yarn-der 'e goes ! 



He's a mile from the moors and a field from his foes. 



They race to view from a failing scent, 



With the riders few and the horses spent, 

 And frantic before us the cheer and the chorus 



Like bells for a carnival swung : 

 Hounds hounds hounds hounds 



Galloping, galloping shoulder for shoulder, and tongue 

 giving answer to tongue. 



