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Ere our Kennel a coal-hole envelop'd in smoke, Blood and bone shall give way to hot water and coke; Make and shape, pace and pedigree, held as a jest, All the power of the Stud in a copper comprest;

The green collar faded, good fellowship o'er, Sir Peter and Barry remember'd no more, From her Tarporley perch ere the Swan shall drop down, And her death-note be heard through the desolate town,

Let Geoffrey record, in the reign of Queen Vic, How the horse and his rider could still do the trick; Let his journal, bequeath'd to posterity, show How their sires rode a-hunting in days long ago.

From "On the Picture of the Cheshire Hunt" by Rowland Egerton-Warburton (1840) More quotations