Hunting Poetry

” A Master will be required … ” It lies In cold print now, before my eyes. Finance! -that curse of more than one Keen fellow, when all’s said and done. So I must turn my back at last On happy hunting days … The past No one on earth can take from me. For...

An anonymous and amusing take on beagling!   A merry sight the beaglers are, With hounds and huntsman ranging far. The woods and hills throw back the sounds Of horn and music of the hounds when beagling.   To follow hounds and hunt the hare Of feet you only need a pair. Their age no...

Written by Lord Alfred Douglas (Bosie) the love interest and ultimate betrayer of Oscar Wilde, this little verse  written in 1896 proves he had a lighter, less vicious side. THE RABBIT. The Rabbit has an evil mind Although he looks so good and kind; His life is a complete disgrace Although he has so soft...

In 1948 two of the Ullswater Hunt terriers, Badger and Butcher, were imprisoned in a borran high above Brothers Water. After a major rescue session in bitter weather, involving the use of explosive, one terrier was rescued alive after a few days and the body of his companion was recovered some days later. This next...

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...

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...

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...

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...

‘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...

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...