Abroad is spread his fame!
But [50]Biddlestone will curse the day, to Lanthernside he came,
For sure as bird e’er fell by gun, he will destroy his game.
Rejoice! rejoice!
Let [51]Felton Park rejoice!
For now its lord is free to roam,
As chance directs his choice.
For F——r like a Briton bold, had circumscrib’d his bounds,
And left him but one single mile, to range in his own grounds.
He’s gone! he’s gone!