op yourself, young chap,
you've got to pay the price,
There are many sorts of visions, but none
of 'em is nice."
They found that day at Leonards Lee and
ran to Shipley Wood,
'Ell-for-leather all the way, with scent
and weather good.
Never a check to 'Orton Beck and on
across the Weald,
And all the way the Sussex clay was weedin'
out the field.
There's not a man among them could
remember such a run,
Straight as a rule to Bramber Pool and on
They followed still past Breeding 'ill
and on by Steyning Town,
Until they'd cleared the 'edges and were
out upon the Down.
Full thirty mile from Plimmers Style,
without a check or fault,
Full thirty mile the 'ounds 'ad run and
never called a 'alt.
One by one the Field was done until at
There was no one with the 'untsman save
young Jeremiah Brown.
And then the 'untsman '_e_ was beat.
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