OV[r. Egerton Warhurton 



The road that leads to Witney town 

 He travell'd neither up nor down ; 

 But straight away, Uke arrow sped 

 From cloth yard bow, he shot a-head. 

 Now Cokethorpe on his left he past. 

 Now Duckington behind him cast, 

 Now by Bampton, now by Lew, 

 Now by Clanfield, on he flew ; 

 At Grafton now his course inclined. 

 And Kelmcote now is left behind ! 



Where waters of the I sis lave 

 The meadows with their classic wave, 

 O'er those wide meadows speeding on, 

 He near'd the bridgeway of St. John ; 

 He paused a moment on the bank, 

 His footsteps in the ripple sank. 

 He felt how cold, he saw how strong 

 The rapid river roll'd along ; 

 Then turn'd away, as if to say, 

 ' All those who like to cross it may.' 



The Huntsman, though he view'd him back, 

 View'd him too late to turn the pack, 

 Which o'er the tainted meadow prest, 

 And reach 'd the river all abreast ; 

 In with one plunge, one billowy splash, 

 [n — altogether — in they dash, 

 Together stem the wintry tide. 

 Then shake themselves on t' other side ! 

 ' Hark, hollo back ! ' that loud halloo 

 Then eager, and more eager grew. 



