Tho’ their number's not many, they’re staunch and game,
Thro’ all the west they’ve won a great name;
And true as death Melody speaks to a drag,
And the rest rally to her from bracken and crag.

Then here’s to the pack without a peer,
You can’t find another with them to compare;
Tho’ the chase may be long or short the run,
We know that they’ll kill 'ere day be done.

With nose to the ground they whimper along,
The sheep trod on’t fellside grows louder their song –
To the dark fir wood on Elva Plain,
Old Reynard is roused from the bed where he’s lain.

A rousing “View Hallo” speeds the fox on his way,
Thro’ the Long Bottom and over the Hay;
And close to his brush, the eager hounds,
Fill the valley with music; they fly over the ground.

Yes brave fox and sly, turn and twist as thou will,
These hounds won’t be denied they’ll follow thee til
Thy drooping head and gasping breath
Tell us all that the race will end in thy death.

We’ve followed thee often, from daylight til dark,
From grey mountain Melbreak til he bink’d* in the Barf;
From Barf to Hobcanton, Grassmoor, Whiteside,
Til the hounds claimed their fox by Crummock tide.

To the Master and huntsman, famed far and wide,
From far away Melbreak to Solway’s salt tide;
And amongst all our followers, whatever their rank
They all know J. Benson and Jonathan Bank.

And when we are old and cannot climb Red Pike
We’ll meet at Scale Hill and spend a hunting night;
And when we break cover, a true sporting lot,
Our “Hallo” will startle the foxes on far Carlin Knott.

J.W Jackson 1919

*To bink……… seek refuge on a cliff or crag face

T’lall Melbreak 1956

Oor Queen was in Cummerlan’ leatly,
Ta mek t’ new works at Calder Hey whiz,
Than ta Workington, Cockermouth, Keswick –
Three bonny laal towns as ther is
An’ when she saw t’laal Melbreak at t’ Pheasant
She was amazed and said wid a smile,
“My Philip would love to be present
At’t New Year’s day hunt in Kirkstile”.

Chorus
So let’s aw sing “Good Luck” ta t laal Melbreak,
We’ve followed them many a mile;
An rainy or fair, we’ve aw got to be theer
At t New Years Day hunt at Kirkstile,
Tally- Ho, Hark forra’d, Melbreak, Tally-ho.

May we seun see oor Queen back amang us
In t’ fell dales of auld Cummerlan’:
Ay, an Philip, t’ Queen Mother and Margaret,
Prince Charlie an’ laal Princess Anne.
They’ll garner some memories ta linger
Till they die – we hope nut fer a while –
If they iver ga huntin’ wid t Melbreak
At t’ New Years Day hunt at Kirkstile.

Chorus

Noo just a laal tribute till t’ Maister,
Ta Major Ernest Iredale –
He nut only hunted wid foxhounds,
He’s helped ta hunt t’ Germans as weel.
An’ we aw only hope that his shadder
Will nivver grow less, nor his smile
Be denied til t’ hunters wid Melbreak
Or ta t’ New Years Day hunt at Kirkstile.

Chorus

Calder Hall, today known as Sellafield, was opened in 1958. At the time the country and most of the cabinet were told it was a nuclear power station for the production of electricity. This indeed it did and powered about 200,000 homes, as a by-product of producing weapons grade plutonium as part of Britain’s Atomic Bomb quest.

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