hunting - Popular Poems and stories from category

Our chariots were well-built and firm, Well-matched our steeds, and fleet and strong
Four, sleek and large, each chariot drew, And eastward thus we drove along
Our hunting cars were light and good, Each with its team of noble steeds

Here's a health to every sportsman, be he stableman or lord,
If his heart be true,
I care not what his pocket may afford;
And may he ever pleasantly each gallant sport pursue,

Forward
Hark forward's the cry
One more fence and we're out on the open,
So to us at once, if you want to live near us