Records of tlie Old Charlton Hunt 



I think so too, but who is most to blame ? 



strong were the arguments on both sides held, 



the two old Champions both were Loath to Yield ; 



at last, preliminarys strong were drawn, 



All warr, and future discord, should desist ; 



but soon the haughty Soverains pride rebelld, 



he gave away his Hounds, and left the Feild. 



Now peace returnd, Sir William Joins the Court, 

 All lucky days now blefs their rural Sport, 

 neglected stands the stately Temple Twine, 

 a Nest for Vermin, or a Stye for Swine. 



When now, another Noble Duke [of Bolton] appears, 



gracefull his Air, and blooming were his years, 



he long a faithfull votary had been, 



and paid due homage, to the huntrefs Queen ; 



but now, he begs admittance in her Bande, 



Fresh Troops he brings, all under his Comand. 



Ropero paus'd, but hke't the Kind of Hound, 

 which told, he soon the Goddefs willing found ; 

 and now they cull each pack, the choicest keep, 

 they found no Fox that ever did escape ; 

 for now against poor Ren the odds were vast, 

 at every check two packs there was to cast ; 

 John Gough, up wind, did all ways choose to go: 

 but, Harry Barratt, Downe he best did Know. 



Till now, in homely manner they had Liv'd, 

 a small Dark Cell, and one poor Light had servd, 



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