So a tentative trail let me scatter,
The old track of country this time I'll forsake;
I trust they'll not think I have made a mistake?
That old line of country they know,
Across it for years they've been rangers,
All right, when the going is slow,
When 'tis fast, are they fly to its dangers?
For Hares to raise scares 'midst the Hounds were improper,
But how if the pack come a general cropper?
Remarkably near it last time,