To mark down all he can,
But I can’t find a mark for my Antony!
The partridges,—where can they lie?
I have promised a leash to Miss Jervas,
As the least I could do;
But without even two
To brace me,—I’m getting quite nervous!
To the pheasants—how well they’re preserved!
My sport’s not a jot more beholden,
As the birds are so shy,