Hounds he'd stole from a Harrier pack,
Hounds he'd borrowed an' begged an' found,
Grey an' yellow an' tan an' black,
Every conceivable kind o' hound.
He called them "harriers," and a few
Were harriers—back when the world began—
But they weren't particular where they drew
An' they weren't particular what they ran.
I mind him once of a bygone morn
Ruddy an' round on his flea-bit horse,