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Six
Fell
Packs
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Joe Bowman (centre with family), Ullswater Foxhounds
Johnny Richardson, Blencathra Foxhounds
Joe Weir, Ullswater Foxhounds
Anthony
Chapman,
Coniston
Foxhounds,
on
Sweden
Bridge
To masters, to huntsmen and whips of all macks,
You can have your athletics and games of all sorts,
But this hunting is surely the greatest of sports.
Tally
Ho!
Tally
Ho!
Tally
Ho!
Hark
For'ard
good
hounds,
Tally
Ho!
John
Peel
was
first
hunter
to
gain
lasting
fame,
At
Caldbeck
not
long
since
they
honoured
his
name,
Bill
Porter,
Jim
Dalton
and
others
we
know,
Then
rivaling
Peel
there
came
Bowman
and
Old
Joe.
On
t'
west
side
there's
t'Eskdale
with
Porter's
son
Jack,
Harry
Hardisty's
proud
of
his
la'al
Melbreak
pack,
Geordie
Bell
hunted
t'Cathra
for
many
year,
Johnny
Richardson
now
keeps
those
foxes
in
fear.
Now
when
Bowman
retired
they
engaged
a
new
lad,
As
Ullswater
whip
-
and
he
hasn't
done
bad.
He's
stayed
thirty
years
and
still
goes
the
rounds
So
here's
to
Joe
Wear
[sic]
and
his
Ullswater
hounds.
We
next
come
to
one
who
to
hunting
is
born,
He's
the
third
generation
to
carry
the
horn.
Anthony
Chapman's
his
name,
and
I
hardly
need
say
How
those
Coniston
hounds
love
his,
"Hoo,
Get
Away!"
Now
there's
just
yan
pack
left
hunting
plain
open
fell,
Who's
[sic]
foxes
are
apt
to
go
straight
necked
to
hell,
Walt
Parkin's
young
pack
has
caught
up
with
the
rest,
And
the
Lunesdale
hounds
now
hold
their
own
with
the
best.
So
back,
to
my
toast
to
this
greatest
of
sports,
Here's
to
hunters
and
hounds
sparing
Reynard
a
thought,
May
we
follow
the
horn
'til
it's
our
turn
to
die,
Then
if
Saint
Peter
has
hounds
he
will
hear
us
all
cry,
Tally Ho! Tally Ho! Tally Ho!
Hark For'ard good hounds, Tally Ho!
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