The Second Whip Explains


Posted on Friday, November 11, 2022
In: Hunting Poetry
Written by: Will Ogilvie

Now, gatherin’ ‘ounds is a job I like W’en the winter day draws in, W’en shadows are lyin’ by every dyke An’ creepin’ out o’ the whin ; W’en ‘Armony ‘s missin’ an’ Houtcast too, An’ the Master ‘e says to me- ‘Jim, you go back to that gorse we drew, For it’s there them...
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