[in memory of John Jackson, late huntsman to the
Holcombe Harriers, who fell dead in the huntingfield.
A few minutes before his death he had
been calling to the pack"For'ard on ! ]
Now the last meet is over, the last hunt is
done,
And the last farewell spoken at set of the sun,
And the ghost of a voice in the waft of a cry
Seems to ring far away 'twixt the fields and
the sky :
" For'ard on !"
Hey, Bugler, hey, Bever, and hounds one and
all,
That sped at his bidding and came to his
call,
Nevermore shall you hark to