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Welsh Hunting.
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A most singular freak of a pack of hounds was witnessed at Pontypridd last week. The pack belonged to Mr. George Thomas, Ystradmynach, and were returning from the hunt, when, on coming into the town, they ran into the shop of Mr. Jenkins, grocer, and out again immediately, but with no less than seven pounds of tallow candles, which they ravenously devoured in the street.— Court Journal.
1869.
I
Where Jenkins, in Wales,Soap and candles retails,
The pack, in despite of their Whip,
They took up the scent,
And away they went,
Each one with a tallow dip.
II
With a good seven poundsThese hungry hounds,
Away! and away! they go,
While joining the chace
Follow'd Jenkins' best pace,
Shouting “Tallow! Tallow-Ho!”
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