Through a country well known to him fifty miles round.
No hound ever open’d, with Tom near the wood,
But he’d challenge the tone, and could tell if ’twere good;
And all with attention would eagerly mark,
When he cheer’d up the pack, “Hark! to Rockwood, hark! hark!
High!—wind him! and cross him!
Now, Ratler, boy!—Hark!
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Andrew Cherry.
Pat Fagan.