H is the Horn of the Huntsman that sounds
Rather wheezy and thin to irreverent ears;
But Ah! ’tis a music melodic, which cheers
The Hearts of the nailers who follow Hounds.
I is the Impulse by which you are curst;
To prove you have courage when fox hounds are “Cast,”
“I’ll jam in my spurs and be after them fast,”
It seems that the Master prefers to go first.