Poem.......

[Magwitch 687]

[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 the voice you

 

knew well,

 

When he cheered on the pack, e'en the hour

 

that he fell,

 

" For'ard on !"

 

 

O well for the huntsman, the cheery, the true,

 

At the close of the day in the good fields he

 

knew !

 

Even so, not a doubt, he'd have chosen to

 

die

 

Within sight of the hounds, to the sound of

 

the cry,

 

" For'ard on !"

 

 

In the wind and the rain, ere we leave him

 

to rest,

 

Once again sound the horn in the call he

 

loved best :

 

From the days that are over, the good years

 

gone by,

 

Half fancy there answers the ghost of a cry :

 

" For'ard on !"

[DIDO.1 22,584]

I'm guessing you have just got that book about Lancashire hunting songs! lol

 

I like the poem about Holinshead hall, the young lad read it so I took him up to see the hall the day after.

[Magwitch 687]

I'm guessing you have just got that book about Lancashire hunting songs! lol

 

I like the poem about Holinshead hall, the young lad read it so I took him up to see the hall the day after.

I downloaded it lol.............some good stuff on the net if you look in the right places.