The Sport of Our Jincestors 



A pleasant line the captive took, 

 Shirking the doubles and avoiding the brook, 

 For as you may imagine, he went by rule, 

 Only taking the leaps that he learnt at school. 



Three hounds of Baron Rothschild's breed. 



Matchless in courage, strength, and speed. 



Fast on his flying footsteps came. 



And all but won the desperate game : 



But just as the Earl was about to sound 



The dread Who-whoop ! he went to ground ! ! 



So they dug him out, and the Earl and his groom 



And the Huntsman and Whips, and the man with the broom, 



And the Fox and the Hounds are at Tring again. 



And the Earl 's gone to town by the five o'clock train. 



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