Poem by Rudyard Kipling

Fox Hunting

              1933
     The fox meditates

WHEN Samson set my brush afire
	To spoil the Timnite's barley,
I made my point for Leicestershire
	And left Philistia early.
Through Gath and Rankesborough Gorse I fled,
	And took the Coplow Road, sir !
And was a gentleman in Red
	When all the Quorn wore woad, sir !

When Rome lay massed on Hadrian's Wall,
	And nothing much was doing,
Her bored Centurions heard my call
	0' nights when I went wooing.
They raised a pack - they ran it well
	(For I was there to run 'em)
From Aesica to Carter Fell,
	And down North Tyne to Hunnum.

When William landed hot for blood,
	And Harold's hosts were smitten,
I lay at earth in Battle Wood
	While Domesday Book was written.
Whatever harm he did to man,
	I owe him pure affection;
For in his righteous reign began
	The first of Game Protection.

When Charles, my namesake, lost his mask,
	And Oliver dropped his'n,
I found those Northern Squires a task,
	To keep 'em out of prison.
In boots as big as milking-pails,
	With holsters on the pommel,
They chevied me across the Dales
	Instead of fighting Cromwell.

When thrifty Walpole took the helm,
	And hedging came in fashion,
The March of Progress gave my realm
	Enclosure and Plantation.
'Twas then, to soothe their discontent,
	I showed each pounded Master,
However fast the Commons went,
	I went a little faster!

When Pigg and Jorrocks held the stage
	And Steam had linked the Shires,
I broke the staid Victorian age
	To posts, and rails, and wires.
Then fifty mile was none too far
	To go by train to cover,
Till some dam' sutler pupped a car,
	And decent sport was over!

When men grew shy of hunting stag,
	For fear the Law might try 'em,
The Car put up an average bag
	Of twenty dead per diem.
Then every road was made a rink
	For Coroners to sit on;
And so began, in skid and stink,
	The real blood-sport of Britain!

1. The First Chantey
2. The Cursing of Stephen
3. Anchor Song
4. The Covenant
5. «Limits and Renewals». 1932. 19. Azrael's Count

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