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The Foxhounds Prayer

 

Cherish us for our courage

Instead of for our looks;

Look on us more as comrades,

And less as picture books.

Breed to the strains that serve you

The best throughout the chase;

Remember that your stewardship

Spells trustee to our race.

 

The duty now before you

Is not to mess us up,

And not go running riot

To gain some silver cup.

Condition us and feed us

as care'ly as you know,

So that no fox, however stout,

Can ever make us blow.

 

And don't distract us Master,

When treading out of line!

Mistake no foxhound's challenge

For silly puppy's whine!

Your steaming horse keep from us,

Or we can't feel the scent;

If to a holloa should you lift,

Show us which way he went.

 

Should roads be rough, or stony,

We'll pick and choose out tracks;

Don't let your eager servants

Drive us by their whip-cracks.

Lets lap a drop of water

When we have caught your fox;

And, when grown old in serving you,

Don't leave us on the rocks.

You need but treat us kindly

And we'll work hard for you.

Much more can we do for you,

Than you could ever do.

We'll fairly catch your foxes

If you'll but trust us;

And should we for an instant check,

Don't fly into a fuss.

 

For, if you will but watch us

Until we're beat at last,

When handle us you have to,

You'll make a brilliant cast!

Your fame will spread as huntsman,

Your praise will go the rounds;

The reason being that we are

A clinking pack of hounds.

 

So don't think Man's a hunter!

It's strictly a hounds game.

Hunters we are by birthright;

You are but one in name.

So if you never cheat us,

And always treat us well,

We'll hunt your fox from Hanover,

into the depths of H--alifax!

 

We'll fly straight to your halloo!

Or notes upon your horn.

The field will say, By jingo,

The finest huntsman born!

We'll tell you now our secret

In whispers (not above):

It's but our way of thanking you,

And shouting you our love.