And for that brave and Grand Old Man
Who pleads in Ireland’s name.
J. F. B.
Published by the National Liberal Printing and Publishing Association, Limited. 1886.
An Oxford Parody.
I’ll sing you a sporting song, for you all love well the chase,
Of a gallant pack, and huntsman too, who go the fastest pace,
He rides right bravely to his hounds, whatever be his steed
And says “Let scent be ne’er so bad, this day the fox shall bleed,”