12-10-2014, 09:12 PM
Hoooooo! Hoo! Hoo! Hooooo! We're off at last!
The hounds blur out, red riders pass
in full-blood haste; on stirrups straight,
down Old Church Lane through Gunner's Gate.
Hooooo! Hoooo hoo hoooo! The whippers-in
out flank the dogs.The distant din
pulls round the Pinks, who breach the beck
with spume and spray and steaming necks.
Hoooo hoo hoo hooo! There runs Reynard!
We'll have his brush today, we will!
Down Deepend Drop he'll find it hard
to stay this chase. We'll make this kill!
Hooo hoo hoo hoo. Quick, match his pace!
He's turned! Heel, couples! Back on scent
or quarterers will miss the place
and who will know which way he went!
Hoo hoo. Hoo hoo. Down goes old Jock,
his mare is up and run'in spooked.
Texels a teaming, fleeing flock;
ewes under hooves and overlooked.
Hoo hoo....hooo hoo. A pretty mess!
The fox has run rings to his lair.
The hounds are spread, the riders less,
the sheep are dots, we've lost Jock's mare.
Hoooooowoooowoooowoo. The breath is back;
hound's hearts are pumping, horses snort.
We lost him on the steepest track;
outfoxed again but oh, what sport.
tectak
Early hunt AABB, Later hunt ABAB Last line maybe "..outfoxed again, they call this sport." AYLI Abu
The hounds blur out, red riders pass
in full-blood haste; on stirrups straight,
down Old Church Lane through Gunner's Gate.
Hooooo! Hoooo hoo hoooo! The whippers-in
out flank the dogs.The distant din
pulls round the Pinks, who breach the beck
with spume and spray and steaming necks.
Hoooo hoo hoo hooo! There runs Reynard!
We'll have his brush today, we will!
Down Deepend Drop he'll find it hard
to stay this chase. We'll make this kill!
Hooo hoo hoo hoo. Quick, match his pace!
He's turned! Heel, couples! Back on scent
or quarterers will miss the place
and who will know which way he went!
Hoo hoo. Hoo hoo. Down goes old Jock,
his mare is up and run'in spooked.
Texels a teaming, fleeing flock;
ewes under hooves and overlooked.
Hoo hoo....hooo hoo. A pretty mess!
The fox has run rings to his lair.
The hounds are spread, the riders less,
the sheep are dots, we've lost Jock's mare.
Hoooooowoooowoooowoo. The breath is back;
hound's hearts are pumping, horses snort.
We lost him on the steepest track;
outfoxed again but oh, what sport.
tectak
Early hunt AABB, Later hunt ABAB Last line maybe "..outfoxed again, they call this sport." AYLI Abu