THE BUILDERS OF BELVOIR 



The ladies (God bless their sweet faces !) 

 With smiles came to welcome us home ; 



Their looks were like those of the Graces 

 And old Belvoir Olympus's Dome. 



1 6. 

 'Tis a pity that Brummell the beau 



In London should take such delight, 

 For what a conspicuous show 



Must he have made in this fight. 

 But report says he's leaving the town, 



For the ladies in mourning are drest, 

 And with him my Lord Tumble-Down,* 



A sportsman as keen as the rest. 



17. 

 But what an unfortunate day 



That Singleton did not appear, 

 As horsemanship must show the way. 



And make all his system quite clear. 

 " Now close your heels and sit back. 



Oh, pray drop your hands and don't pull ; 

 If this is called riding, oh, lack ! 



What can we expect of John Bull ? " 



18. 

 Had the old Poonah General been out, 



How he would have smoked in this run, 

 With both coat and waistcoat, no doubt, 



Wide open, and d g the sun. 



" Aye, aye, my sweet boys, you may ride, 



But I've gone as far as I can ; 

 I shall therefore attend the fireside 



Of my aunt, old Doll Pretyman." 



19- 

 The General ''■ thus said to the Bishop,^ 



" We'll dress the hard riders to-day ; 

 But, Tom, perhaps we may dish-up 



Old Methuen and dance away. 

 What then, Master Bob ? you're afraid, 



But think how I can ride a burst. 

 Tom, Tom, you've mistaken your trade, 



I never remember you first." 



^ Lord Templetown. 



"^ General Grosvenor and his brother, ^ Rev. Robert Grosvenor. 



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