The sound of the huntsman's horn
The trap of the horses feet,
And the neighbouring swain that morn
All come to the opening meet.
Of the old Roscommon Stag hounds
Then so well and widely known.
Their hunting prowess knew no bounds
Full of mussle, brawn and bone.III
Southpark House was the starting place
Was enfete [?] for the opening meet.
Where all comers to the chase
Received a welcome treat.IV
After their sumptuous repast
They moved off in gallant array,
To Lisolway Cross trotting fast
Where the stag was enlarged that day.V
Their scarlet coats and shining steels
Glistened in the sun's brght ray.
The hounds close on the Master's heels
And prancing for the opening day.
(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)