A Huntsman’s Lament

Posted on Tuesday, June 1, 2021
In: Hunting Poetry
Written by: Anonymous

I found him in the Privet and I viewed him o’er the ride, I asked the Field to keep their horses quietly outside, My whipper-in he Holloa’d when he saw him steal away, And a crashing burst of music caused me inwardly to say: Oh! It’s Huntsman this, and Huntsman that, and Huntsman Blow’em out!...
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