His haunches they tore, without a horn
To tell when the chase was done;
And there was not a single scarlet coat
To flaunt it in the sun!—
I turn'd, and look'd at the beggar man,
And his tears dropt one by one!
XVI.
And with curses sore he chid at the hounds,
Till the last dropt out of sight,
Anon saith he, "Let's down again,