The Galloping Squire
Posted on Friday, April 13, 2018
In: Hunting Poetry
Written by: George Whyte-Melville
Come, I’ll show you a country that none can surpass, For a flyer to cross like a bird on the wing, We have acres of woodland and oceans of grass, We have game in the autumn and cubs in the spring, We have scores of good fellows hang out in the shire But the best...