Hunting Poetry

The Hunting Farmer in God’s Waiting Room

Posted on Monday, June 12, 2017
Written by: Liz Henderson

You’ll have seen me, I know When you visit Aunt Flo. I’m the funny old thing who’s just gazing. ‘She’s no trouble,’ they say, ‘Sits there smiling all day! And she loves to watch Channel 4 Racing.’ What these nurses don’t know Is the places I go In my head, when life here seems too...

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Hark Old Horse

Posted on Saturday, June 10, 2017
Written by: Carla Hawkinson

Hark! Old horse. Please meet me at the gate. Hounds are leaving kennels soon, And we will not be late. Step up. Old horse. Carry me to the meet. Our years together count for much, Though you’re no longer fleet. Trot on. Old horse. I know you hear the horn. The hounds are in the...

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Tally Ho Back!

Posted on Sunday, May 28, 2017
Written by: Christopher Curtis

There are verses galore about great hunts of yore And those gallants who gallop in front, So I think it’s absurd that there’s hardly a word About us at the back of the hunt. For remember, you thrusters, fence, hedge and wall busters, Though the fences you jump may be higher, We arrive at the...

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Lure of the Chase

Posted on Saturday, May 27, 2017
Written by: Michael Sinclair-Smith. 1998

What beats awakening, on a fresh hunting morn? Eating cooked breakfast, before early dawn Questioning your fate, on the approaching ride And the sound of your horse, being led outside. What excites more, than dressing in red? Or is it really pink, as is so often said Strapping on spurs and curling up whip Filling...

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The Foxhunter’s Widow

Posted on Friday, March 10, 2017
Written by: Sybil Maxwell 1897

‘Look out on the lawn’, great-grandchild, And clap your wee hands with fun; Blow a kiss to the field, my darling, And wish them a glorious run.   Some day you shall follow the music, With a low light hand on the rein; Aye, aye, you’ll keep close to the beauties, For you come of...

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Do’s & Dont’s For Pony Clubbers

Posted on Wednesday, February 15, 2017
Written by: Jeanne S Trexler (2005 version)

Foxhunting’s our sport And we’ll all have more fun If we each know beforehand What’s “being done.” Let’s all be dressed in proper attire So that our hunt field will be one to admire And girls – hair nets please – your flowing tresses Are not for hunting – but for party dresses. Don’t arrive...

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The Old Hunter

Posted on Saturday, February 4, 2017
Written by: Peter Brook

[These lines are dedicated to an old and very favourite hunter whose work is done. They are supposed to be a conversation overheard between him and a stable companion. He carried me brilliantly for many seasons, and never hurt a hair of my head. – J. H. W.] (taken from Bailys 1895)   What made...

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Alton Strip

Posted on Friday, February 3, 2017
Written by: Peter Brook

This poem written by Teviotdale is annotated  ‘to Mr C Craig’  and appeared in Bailys Sports & Pastimes  May 1895. There are a few geographic clues to the hunt concerned taking place in the Scottish Borders with references to Minto Kamaes and Hassendean but we cannot with any confidence attribute it to a particular pack....

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The Willows that Fringe the Brook.

Posted on Sunday, January 29, 2017
Written by: Peter Brook

I’LL tell you a yarn of the vale we crossed When hounds were running a scent breast-high ; When the hunt was weeded, the skirters lost, And turf like water was fleeting by. There were hardly ten of our hardest men Could hope to live on the line they took ; And out of the...

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A Muddling Run.

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Written by: Peter Brook

When you pull on your leathers in softest of weathers, You count on some sport before sinking of sun; Hope luck will betide you-no rival o’erride you­ Hope all sorts of sport but a muddling run.   You ride to the meet on your bunter so fleet on The days when he’s minded your sharp...

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