Far aloof to the right, and op'ning a gate,
There's a sportsman by system, who never rides straight;
But why, my good Godfrey,[238] thus far will you roam,
When a pack of fine beagles hunt close to your home?
Chorus. With my, &c.
Safe o'er the brook—but where's Captain Danser?[239]
Oh! he's stopping to catch Sir Rowland Winn's prancer;
But what is the use of that, my friend Winn,[240]
If on foot you attempt it, you'll sure tumble in.