Io8 THE STRANGER FROM TOWN. 



How gamely he rode and how gamely the horse 

 Took fences and rails as they came in his course ; 

 And many a good hunter was beaten and blown 

 When the stranger was forward and holding his own. 

 We knew he had one who could gallop and stay, 

 The stranger from town on the blood-looking bay. 



The run of the season for distance and pace, 



An hour and a half, and a regular race. 



The stranger it was took the fox from the hounds, 



Who bayed at their quarry with musical sounds ; 



And no one compared in that brilliant array 



With the stranger from town on the blood-looking bay. 



And who the man was is a mystery still, 

 This stranger who led us, and rode with a will. 

 We heard that he only came down by the train ; 

 We all of us hoped we might meet him again ; 

 And we talk of the rider and horse to this day, 

 The stranger from town on the blood-looking bay. 



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SPOT! ISWOODE AND CO., NEW-STREET SQUARE 



LONDON 



