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T39866 COME all you Foxhunters where ever you be, / Repair to the Leven if Sportsmen you'd see Sing Ballinamona oro, Ballinamona oro, / Ballinamona oro, the Lads of old Cleveland for me. Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 387 A New Hunting Song, / Made on a FOX Chase. A New Hunting Song, Made on a FOX Chase. A New Hunting Song, Made on a FOX Chase. ?-?

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COME all you Foxhunters when ever you be, Repair to the Leven if Sportsmen youd see Such hounds and such horses of mettle and game; As are worthy to be recorded in Fame. Sing Ballinamona oro, Ballinamona oro, Ballinamona oro, the Lads of old Cleveland for me. Dexter and Delver and Dido for speed, All sprung from the Race of Charles Turners famd breed A sportsman so rare, and the first in renown, As witness the match over Feldom he won. Rover and Rally and Minor likewise, Old Spanker, so fierce the thick Cover he tries. Matcham and Merrylass Reynards sworn foe; He must be unkenneld, hark! I hear Tally O. Now my Lads spur your Horses and smoke em away, Jolly Bacchus and Sampson will shew you some play, Squire Hall, on his Wakefield that pampered Nag, Comes Neck over heels, and yet of him will brag. Burdon, so proud of his high mettled Steeds, And the Annals of fame record their great deeds, Yet in hunting hes bet sore against his desire, He sticks in the dirt, and hes passd by the Squire. George Baker, on Blacklegs how determind his looks, He defies the whole field over hedge, ditch, or brooks He keeps him quite tight and he only desires, A three hours chase Ill be damnd if he tires. See thumping along goes jolly old Walker, Whilst close at his heels lay the Gisborough Prior, With Powder and sweat, Lord! how awfull he looks, Damn you Matt did you mind how I leapd yonder brook. Watson, so fierce how he rides and so keen, He thinks hes well mounted and sure to be in, But if he keep running at this gallant pace, Tis twenty to one hes thrown out in the Chase. The first in the burst was Scroop on old Matchem, Straining hard to get in Tom swore he would catch em,
Whilst screwing along see Smith only mind him, Hes topd the barrd Gate leaving numbers behind him Yonder goes Stockdale so tight and so trim How he strokes down his mare which he fancies so slim He nicks in and out till hes starvd with the cold, Go bid him but thirty and then hell ride bold. Preston, so brave with his heart full of glee, On his Gaylass well mounted as hed wish to be, He swears that hell ride till he dies in the field, As a true honest Sportsman he never will yield. Coates, on his Tyrant he creeps like a snail, He puffs and he blows, and how he rolls his Tail; Yet a Sportsman so bold he attempts at a flyer, Old Tyrant leaps short and hes down in the mire. The Baronet cautious is passd by his Brother, As like you would swear as one Eggs like another, When fully intending to lead the whole field A damnd Stell held em both till the Fox he was killd. The Doctor, you scarcely know where you have him, For sometimes hes dodging and sometimes hes dashing, But yet to the Chase will he eagerly rush And lose a good Patient for bold Reynards brush. Rowntree, a noted old Sporteman as good Who brags of his Greytail that choise bit of Blood, How at Stockesly so clever she won eery Race. And now that shes equally famd for the Chace. Flounders, the younger with Eyelids of Glass, So prim on his Stallion and fond of his flash, One single good run finishd off the gay Quaker, And now hes gone dumb with intent to turn speaker. Now our sport being over lets home wihout fail, And drown those misfortunes in Punch and good Ale; And if were thrown out well draw close to the fire And drink a good health to the Baronet and Squire.
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