We left "The Chequers'" bar;
'Twas dark, an' down the velvet 'eight
Of 'eaven fell a star;
The moon was settin' through the trees
As big an' white as 'alf a cheese,
The very best she could,
Since we 'ad got the long-net out to try the 'Ome Park wood.
We laid it 'long the cover side,
A furlong "mesh an'-pin";
We sent the lurcher rangin' wide