Songs of Action | Page 9

Bible and come to read to me;?''Ave what you like, there's everythink within this Book,' says 'e. Says I, 'They've left the 'orses out!' Says 'e, 'You are mistook;' An' 'e up an' read a 'eap of things about them from the Book.
And some of it amazin' fine; although I'm fit to swear?No 'orse would ever say 'Ah, ah!' same as they said it there. Per'aps it was an 'Ebrew 'orse the chap 'ad in his mind,?But I never 'eard an English 'orse say nothin' of the kind.
Parson is a good 'un. I've known 'im from a lad;?'Twas me as taught 'im ridin', an' 'e rides uncommon bad;?And he says--But 'ark an' listen! There's an 'orn! I 'eard it blow; Pull the blind from off the winder! Prop me up, and 'old me so.
They're drawin' the black 'anger, just aside the Squire's grounds. 'Ark and listen! 'Ark and listen! There's the yappin' of the 'ounds:?There's Fanny and Beltinker, and I 'ear old Boxer call;?You see I wasn't boastin' when I said I knew 'em all.
Let me sit an' 'old the bedrail! Now I see 'em as they pass: There's Squire upon the Midland mare, a good 'un on the grass; But this is closish country, and you wants a clever 'orse?When 'alf the time you're in the woods an' 'alf among the gorse.
'Ark to Jack a'ollering--a-bleatin' like a lamb.?You wouldn't think it now, perhaps, to see the thing I am;?But there was a time the ladies used to linger at the meet?Just to 'ear me callin' in the woods: my callin' was so sweet.
I see the crossroads corner, with the field awaitin' there, There's Purcell on 'is piebald 'orse, an' Doctor on the mare, And the Master on 'is iron grey; she isn't much to look,?But I seed 'er do clean twenty foot across the 'eathly brook.
There's Captain Kane an' McIntyre an' 'alf a dozen more,?And two or three are 'untin' whom I never seed afore;?Likely-lookin' chaps they be, well groomed and 'orsed and dressed - I wish they could 'a seen the pack when it was at its best.
It's a check, and they are drawin' down the coppice for a scent, You can see as they've been runnin', for the 'orses they are spent; I'll lay the fox will break this way, downwind as sure as fate, An' if he does you'll see the field come poundin' through our gate.
But, Maggie, what's that slinkin' beside the cover?--See!?Now it's in the clover field, and goin' fast an' free,?It's 'im, and they don't see 'im. It's 'im! 'Alloo! 'Alloo! My broken wind won't run to it--I'll leave the job to you.
There now I 'ear the music, and I know they're on his track; Oh, watch 'em, Maggie, watch 'em! Ain't they just a lovely pack! I've nursed 'em through distemper, an' I've trained an' broke 'em in, An' my 'eart it just goes out to them as if they was my kin.
Well, all things 'as an endin', as I've 'eard the parson say, The 'orse is cast, an' the 'ound is past, an' the 'unter 'as 'is day; But my day was yesterday, so lay me down again.?You can draw the curtain, Maggie, right across the winder pane.
MASTER
Master went a-hunting,
When the leaves were falling;?We saw him on the bridle path,
We heard him gaily calling.?'Oh master, master, come you back,?For I have dreamed a dream so black!'
A glint of steel from bit and heel,
The chestnut cantered faster;?A red flash seen amid the green,
And so good-bye to master.
Master came from hunting,
Two silent comrades bore him;?His eyes were dim, his face was white,
The mare was led before him.?'Oh, master, master, is it thus?That you have come again to us?'
I held my lady's ice-cold hand,
They bore the hurdle past her;?Why should they go so soft and slow?
It matters not to master.
H.M.S. 'FOUDROYANT'
[Being an humble address to Her Majesty's Naval advisers, who sold Nelson's old flagship to the Germans for a thousand pounds.]
Who says the Nation's purse is lean,
Who fears for claim or bond or debt,?When all the glories that have been
Are scheduled as a cash asset??If times are black and trade is slack,
If coal and cotton fail at last,?We've something left to barter yet -
Our glorious past.
There's many a crypt in which lies hid
The dust of statesman or of king;?There's Shakespeare's home to raise a bid,
And Milton's house its price would bring.?What for the sword that Cromwell drew?
What for Prince Edward's coat of mail??What for our Saxon Alfred's tomb?
They're all for sale!
And stone and marble may be sold
Which serve no present daily need;?There's Edward's Windsor, labelled old,
And Wolsey's palace, guaranteed.?St. Clement Danes and fifty fanes,
The Tower and the Temple grounds;?How much for these? Just price them, please,
In British pounds.
You hucksters, have you still to learn,
The things which money will not buy??Can you not read that,