Here’s a traditional old hunting poem of unknown origin, probably often sung in the pub. I run across it every so often in the literature, and I don’t know why I never published it before in Foxhunting Life. I always enjoy it, especially the cocky, swagger of this tough old hound, as he describes himself to you.
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