98 The Old Surrey Fox Hounds 



Come on : here's our huntsman's ten couple or less. 

 For'ard over the hill ; 'tis the way I can guess. 

 We're for Sevenoaks or Sussex, for this half lady pack 

 Sure have courage to take him to Tonbridge and back. 



The alphabet twenty-six letters can boast — 



I can count up but eight of the Old Surrey host. 



The " Squire " and the " Colonel" — how the old grey does go,! 



Just try to keep with him and you'll pretty soon know. 



Mr. Strongi'tharm merits a token of praise — 

 Honour ne'er can desert the green collar from Hayes. 

 By " Fuller's " report — there's a son of Sir John, 

 Staunch preserver, and friend, too, of more packs than one. 



On to Everland's Vale, not intending to yield, 

 Leaving Ide Hill and " Bayley's," right down to the Weald, 

 This good fox gave us proof by the pace and his sailing 

 That the " Yankee " and Sam have the " family failing." 



Coverts here of all sizes, " Rampish " taking the lead, 

 Whom no hound can excel in nose, bottom, or speed ; 

 While " Confederate " next must undoubtedly face 

 The stiffest of fences to keep in his place. 



He's well over — the grey, too — by Jove, what a pair ! 



For they're Castor and Pollux when seen in the air; 



While your servant on " Sportsman," half in hope, more in fear, 



Gets safe o'er a double he ne'er thought to clear. 



Tally hoi's now the word, spurs in and let's follow — 

 In the world what is like that cheery View Holloa ? 

 Just three hours by my watch, we're but few, all alone — 

 Half an hour if he'll last and we'll reach Chiddingstone. 



O'er the " Causeway " to " Boons," leaving Penshurst behind, 

 Four hours we completed from finish to find. 

 At the " Eleers " we changed foxes, and thus to his rest 

 Was left this good scion of Old Surrey's best. 



