A New Fox-hunting SONG,
Composed by W.S. KENRICK, and J. BURTELL.
The Chace run by the Cleveland Fox Hounds on Saturday
the 29th Day of January, 1785.
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YE hardy sons of Chace give ear,
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All listen to my Song;
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Tis of a Hunt performd this Year,
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That will be talkd of long.
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When a hunting we do go, oho, oho oho,
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And a hunting we will go, oho, oho, oho,
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And a hunting we will go, oho, oho, oho,
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with the Huntsman Tally, ho.
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On Weary Bank ye know the same,
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Unkenelld was the Fox;
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Who led us, and our Hounds of Fame,
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Oer Mountains, Moors and Rocks.
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When a Hunting we do go, etc.
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Twas Craythorn first swift Reynard made,
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To Limton then did fly:
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Full speed pursud each hearty blade,
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And joind in jovial cry,
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with the Huntsman Tally ho.
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To Worsal next he took his flight,
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Escape us he woud fain;
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To Picton next with all his might,
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To Craythorn back again,
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With the Huntsman Tally ho.
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To Weary Bank then takes his course,
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Thro Fanny Bells gill flies;
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In Seymour Car strains all his force,
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His utmost vigour tries,
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with the Huntsman Tally ho.
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To Tanton, Nunthorp, next he flies,
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Oer Langbrough Rig goes he;
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He scours like Lightning oer the meads,
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More swift Fox could not be,
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Nor with a Hunstman better matchd, etc.
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To Newton, then to Roseberry,
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To Hutton Lockerass gill;
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To Lownsdale, oer Court Moor go we,
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From thence to Kildale Mill,
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With the Huntsman Tally ho, etc.
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By this our Zeal was not subdud,
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All crosses were in vain;
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To Kildale Reynard we pursud,
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To Lownsdale back again,
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with the Huntsman Tally ho, etc.
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By Percy Cross and Sleddale too,
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And Pilly Rig full fast,
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As Fox could run to Skyldershew,
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And Lockwood Beck he past,
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with the Huntsman Tally ho, etc.
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By Freebrough Hill he takes his way,
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By Danby Lodge also;
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With ardour we pursue our prey,
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As swift as Hounds could go,
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with the Huntsman Tally ho, etc.
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By Coal Pits and oer Stonegate Moor,
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To Scayling Reynard ran;
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Was such a Fox eer seen before?
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His equal shew who can!
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when a Hunting we do go, etc.
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To Barnby now by Ugthorp Mill,
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And Mickleby likewise;
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To Ellerby, to Hinderwell,
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Still stubborn Reynard flies,
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with the Huntsman Tally ho, etc.
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The Huntsman now with other three,*
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And Reynard youll suppose;
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Ten couple of Hounds of high degree,
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One field now did inclose,
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with the Huntsman Tally ho, etc.
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But now our Chase draws near an end,
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No longer well intrude;
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For on the Cliff, rejoice my Friend,
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Swift Reynard there we viewd,
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with the Huntsman Tally ho, etc.
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Sure such a Chace must wonder raise,
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And had I time to sing,
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The Huntsmans deeds who merits praise,
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Would make the Vallies ring,
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when a Hunting we did go, etc.
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Come sportsmen all your Glasses fill,
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And let the toast go round;
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May each Foxhunter flourish still,
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In Health and Strength abound,
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when a Hunting we did go, etc.
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