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HREE jolly, old huntsmen, Joe, 
 Jerry, Jim, 
 Took lunch at " The Three 
 Cornered Hat "; 
 Now Jerry was lanky, but Joe wasn't slim, 
 And Jim was delightfully fat. 
 
 They sat at the table and worked with a will 
 
 At all the good things spread about them ; 
 
 They munched and they crunched and they 
 
 gobbled, until 
 The hunt started gaily without them. 
 

OE cried " Hoity Toity! Alack! 
 and Confound!" 
 Jim moaned, " Let 's complain to the 
 Police ! " 
 But Jerry remarked — " I 've an old basset 
 hound, 
 And you chaps have a puppy a-piece; 
 
 "A hunt on our own is our only resource!" 
 With rapture the hounds started yelping. 
 
 While each huntsman proceeded to climb on 
 his horse, 
 The ostlers and stable-boys helping. 
 
HE basset hound soon found a 
 scent to his taste; 
 He gave tongue and was off 
 hke a shot, 
 Behind him the pups and the 
 hunting men raced, 
 For the pace was exceedingly hot. 
 
 But a garden of flower-beds, all bordered 
 with box, 
 
 Put an end to their sporting excursion; 
 For the riotous pack was not hunting a fox. 
 
 But Lady Polpero's pet Persian. 
 
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IM and Jerry leaped back to the 
 road whence they came, 
 Joe Hngered to whip off the 
 hounds; 
 
 Then he tried to escape from the furious 
 dame, 
 But lost his way out of the grounds. 
 
 She made her men seek him with furious 
 
 shout ; 
 But he finally managed to thwart her. 
 By crouching, with only his nose sticking out. 
 
 In a water-butt, brimful of water. 
 
OW Jim on his dappled mare 
 sturdily sat, 
 And trotted once more down 
 the street, 
 And he said, " Well, there 's this about 
 hunting a cat. 
 It makes me want something to eat ! " 
 
 He bought half a chicken to gnaw on the 
 way. 
 And filled up his flask with brown sherry. 
 Then, lighting a weed, without further de- 
 lay. 
 He cantered away after Jerry. 
 

T his flask he was taking a 
 leisurely pull, 
 When he heard a loud 
 roar in the rear, 
 And, turning, discovered a brisk looking bull 
 Drawing most disconcertingly near. 
 
 His Dapple was munching a tuft of sweet 
 grass, 
 And when urged to " gee hup ! " she 
 refused to; 
 So Joe had to run on his own legs, alas! 
 At a pace that they 'd never been used to. 
 
H why," whimpered Jim, "am 
 \^^ I hunting in pink? 
 
 'T IS a colour these savage brutes love ! " 
 And he prayed as he raced, through the 
 ground he might sink 
 And leave his pursuer above. 
 
 Two yokels ran up and showed wonderful 
 sense 
 In using their forks as a lever, 
 And hooked the stout runaway over the 
 fence, 
 While the bull took it out of his beaver. 
 

OW Jerry till sundown con- 
 tinued the chase, 
 With his basset hound working a line 
 Which led them at last to a desolate place. 
 Thank goodness the weather was fine ! 
 
 Beneath a gnarled oak tree they came to 
 
 halt, 
 
 For there crouched a furry white Madam ; 
 
 Which proved that their hunting once more 
 
 was at fault. 
 
 And again had the Persian cat "had 'em". 
 
USS swore with such spite, they 
 were glad to retire, 
 By a pony track over the moor; 
 But what with the boulders, the gorse, and 
 the mire. 
 Their progress was painfully poor. 
 
 Till Jerry, half-famished, endeavoured to jog 
 Down a track that grew thinner and 
 thinner. 
 
 And finally, taking a toss in a bog. 
 
 Had a mouthful of mud for his dinner. 
 
E 'D never been quite so un- 
 lucky before, 
 To the best of his honest behef, 
 And still he'd another adventure in store; 
 For some rustics were chasing a thief 
 
 In the dusk they were quite convinced Jerry 
 was he, 
 And captured the horse he was riding. 
 While the huntsman crouched down by the 
 stump of a tree 
 To secure — and escape from — a hiding. 
 
HAT night in the bar of " The 
 Three Cornered Hat " 
 He ran his two cronies to earth, 
 And his phght was so mournful and woe- 
 begone, that 
 The rafters resounded with mirth. 
 
 Then, snug by the fire, with their toddy at 
 hand. 
 While the Landlady mended their tatters. 
 They declared, one and all, that the sport 
 had been grand — 
 And, after all, nothing else matters! 
 
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