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The horse is bedded down	A
Where the straw lies deep	B
The hound is in the kennel	C
Let the poor hound sleep	B
And the fox is in the spinney	D
By the run which he is haunting	E
And I'll lay an even guinea	D
That a goose or two is wanting	E
When the farmer comes to count them in the morning	E
	-
The horse is up and saddled	F
Girth the old horse tight	G
The hounds are out and drawing	E
In the morning light	G
Now it's 'Yoick ' among the heather	H
And it's 'Yoick ' across the clover	H
And it's 'To him all together '	-
'Hyke a Bertha Hyke a Rover '	-
And the woodlands smell so sweetly in the morning	E
	-
'There's Termagant a whimpering	E
She whimpers so '	-
'There's a young hound yapping '	-
Let the young hound go	I
But the old hound is cunning	E
And it's him we mean to follow	I
'They are running They are running	E
And it's 'Forrard to the hollo '	-
For the scent is lying strongly in the morning	E
	-
'Who's the fool that heads him '	-
Hold hard and let him pass	J
He's out among the oziers	J
He's clear upon the grass	J
You grip his flanks and settle	C
For the horse is stretched and straining	E
Here's a game to test your mettle	C
And a sport to try your training	E
When the Chiddingfolds are running in the morning	E
	-
We're up by the Coppice	J
And we're down by the Mill	K
We're out upon the Common	L
And the hounds are running still	K
You must tighten on the leather	H
For we blunder through the bracken	L
Though you're over hocks in heather	H
Still the pace must never slacken	L
As we race through Thursley Common in the morning	E
	-
We are breaking from the tangle	C
We are out upon the green	M
There's a bank and a hurdle	C
With a quickset between	M
You must steady him and try it	N
You are over with a scramble	C
Here's a wattle You must fly it	N
And you land among the bramble	C
For it's roughish toughish going in the morning	E
	-
'Ware the bog by the Grove	O
As you pound through the slush	P
See the whip See the huntsman	L
We are close upon his brush	P
'Ware the root that lies before you	Q
It will trip you if you blunder	H
'Ware the branch that's drooping o'er you	Q
You must dip and swerve from under	H
As you gallop through the woodland in the morning	E
	-
There were fifty at the find	R
There were forty at the mill	K
There were twenty on the heath	S
And ten are going still	K
Some are pounded some are shirking	E
And they dwindle and diminish	T
Till a weary pair are working	E
Spent and blowing to the finish	T
And we hear the shrill whoo ooping in the morning	E
	-
The horse is bedded down	A
Where the straw lies deep	B
The hound is in the kennel	C
He is yapping in his sleep	B
But the fox is in the spinney	D
Lying snug in earth and burrow	I
And I'll lay an even guinea	D
We could find again to morrow	I
If we chose to go a hunting in the morning	E

Arthur Conan Doyle

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