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dukes keep their racers, my lord have his stud, And the 'Squire sport his pack, and his prime bit of blood, Give me a good kennel of greyhounds, and let The dog always win, when for coursing we're met.
 * Singing, gently, so ho! halloo, let 'em go,
 * There's no better sport than good coursing can show.

See stripped of their clothing, look, look! what a treat, What muscular haunches, what small cat-like feet; With a tail like a rat, and an eye like Gazelle, Long necked, and deep chested, they're safe to run well.
 * Singing gently, &c.

Come, where is your starter, your judge, where is he? Put a brace into slips, and some sport you shall see; Hold hard! there, you horsemen! don't ride o'er the ground; I ne'er saw this beaten but "pussy" was found.
 * Singing gently, &c.

So ho! there! I told you; now give her fair play; It shall all be fair coursing; no murder, to-day: The hares, perhaps in weight may have lost half an ounce; But after this frost, just see how they'll bounce.
 * Singing gently, &c.