And with, “Yooi in there and wind him,”
Capped ’em into Birky Wood.
’Twas a real well bottomed covert
Where the heather and bracken grow,
And the hounds went in with a cheery dash
As if they seemed to know
That the game old white tagged varmint
In his couch of bracken lay,
And the only open fox earth
Was full seven miles away.