Like the best he has known in a Lincolnshire gorse!
May the Fates keep him safe, and show sport to his pack
Till he starts the great run that shall end at Berlin!
And when cubbing is o'er may the Shires see him back,
For the Lord send a Peace ere November comes in!
"Several houses are inundated in Brocas Street, including a public-house, where drink can only be obtained at the back door from punts."—Edinburgh Evening Dispatch.
Come where the drink is cheaper; come where the punts hold more.