Scoil: Clochar na Trócaire (Convent of Mercy)

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1. A Local Fox-Chase

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   I

   For Cahirmore hilltops the red fox is facing,
   Every hound running true, every horse running game,
   O'er Bugatia's green hillside the hunters are racing,
   Every man in the saddle is riding for fame.

   
   II

   A check in the laurels! but Burns has found it,
   As "for'rd away rings the veteran's voice"
   Thro' the lawn, thro' the yard, thro' the house and around it
   Ride hard and ride fast, all are open for choice.

   
   III

   Man! who could forget that wild-ringing chorus
   Re-echoed from Ardagh thro' Milleen's lone glen
   Now, who could forget that cheer so uproarious,
   As "Harry the Master" rides past the Froe men.

   
   IV

   Thro' the boulders of Benduff the veteran is leading,
   With gallant old "Peacock" going free in his stride,
   While for Cononagh's big wood the red fox is heading
   As he dips down the vale to the thick covert's side.

   
   V

   See the Hurleys and Roches making clear the approaches,
   No poacher or lurcher dare stop a game fox,
   'Tis the run of the season, and for that very reason

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