See Binchester leads them, whose speed seldom fails,
And now let us see who can tread on their tails;
For, like pigeons in flight, the best hunter would blow,
Should his master attempt to ride over them now.
Chorus. With my, &c.
From Howell Wood come—they to Stapleton[217] go,
What confusion I see, in the valley below;
My friends in black collars,[218] nearly beat out of sight,
And Badsworth's old heroes in sorrowful plight.