VII.
But when they hear the well known hound
Proclaim the rascal to be found,
High beats each gallant sportsman’s heart
To take the lead, or have the start.
And now the banks of Ladykirk
Ring with the pack’s melodious cry;
And waves its head, each verdant birk,
To merry notes of extacy.
O! how the hounds together dash,
And make the greenwood cover crash.
Poor Reynard! all your hopes are vain;
In vain you strive to tarry here;
Go seek the fields, or plains so drear;
At Ladykirk you can’t remain;
To Tweed’s green banks now bid adieu,
They ne’er again shall greet your view;
No more her murm’ring streams shall cheer,
With soothing notes, your listening ear.