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The black dog is leading the blue dog a nose; She makes for the spinney—my heart, how she goes: The black dog, a thousand! a-done, sir—a-done! He has her! he hasn't! my soul, what a run!
 * Singing, gently, so ho! halloo! let 'em go;
 * Poor "pussy" in each has a death-meaning foe.

They're getting the slows on, they're all of them beat, It's rarely a sportsman enjoys such a treat; Now, Topper! now, Bugle! they'll kill her!—they won'ntwon't [sic]; They have her!—they haven't!—she beats 'em!—she do'ntdon't [sic]!
 * Singing, gently, so ho! halloo! let 'em go;
 * I ne'er saw better mettle, than all the three show.

See, the Judge takes his hat off, and gets from his horse, And so, 's this wonderful course; They've managed to kill her; but no man can tell Which won it, they both ran so and !
 * Singing, gently, so ho! halloo! let 'em go,
 * To see such another, I'd fifty miles go!