 | Hunting Songs |  |
On a Tame Fox,
A PARLOUR PET AT DALEFORD, THE RESIDENCE OF THE MASTER OF THE CHESHIRE HOUNDS.
I
Squire Corbet! at all seasonsA fox is his delight,
A wild one for the morning,
And a tame one for the night;
II
For the fox that scours the countryWe a green gorse cover raise,
But parlour pug lies warm and snug
In a cover of green baize.
III
Or in his chair reposing,Or o'er the saddle bent,
Corbet, wide awake or dozing,
Is never off the scent.
176
IV
He needs no kirtled housemaid,The carpet on the stairs
Is dusted by the sweeping
Of the brush that Reynard wears.
V
This hunting man's housekeeper,She, without distress of nerves,
Oft amongst the currant jelly
Finds a fox in her preserves.
VI
Bones of chicken ever picking,This pet, so fed and nurs'd,
Though he never gave a gallop,
He may finish with a burst.
| Hunting Songs | |