THE FOOT DKAG 



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Down some small crowded street, 



To a far-distant meet, 

 Where we straightway proceeded to draw. 

 Just think of the fine hunting morn 

 And the merry " toot toot " of the horn, 



With a loud " Tally-ho ! " 



As we see the hare go 

 From a field which the hounds haven't drawn. 



We shall have to go fast 

 (If we hate to be last), 

 For " Pussy's " a clinker to-day ; 

 Look ! There she goes now. 

 By the edge of that plough, 

 While the hounds are quite three fields away. 

 There's a check ! Well, they won't stop for long ! 

 Look ! there they are off again strong ! 

 For close to that gate 

 They have hit it off straight. 

 It's seldom that Walker ^ casts wrong. 



Chorus. 



It's the deuce of a run, 

 And I'm pretty well done, 

 But " Puss " can't be far off her death ; 

 It's lucky, by gad ! 

 For I think every lad 

 Has pretty well used up his breath. 

 Why now, in that field on the right, 

 One can see a most glorious sight : 

 Hounds are in the same field, 

 And poor Pussy must yield. 

 And our pups shall be blooded to-night ! 



Chorus. 



^ Nigel, younger brother of Kenneth AValker. 

 iu succession Masters of T.F.B. 



Both 



Pretty well done. 



