Will let none but the best see the end of the day.
Tally Ho! Tally Ho! Now, Hark for’ad away!
Now the field great and small
Make a dash for the wall,
And away o’er the pasture they’re galloping fast.
“What a terrible pace, sir,
It’s just like a race sir,
And there’s none but the thorough-bred horses ’ll last.
There’s no knowing what blood ’uns ’ll do when they’re asked.”
Now they’re running to view,