Gaunt grey hounds now their coursing sports impart
Wi long legs stretchd on tip toe for the chase
& short loose ear & eye upon the start
Swift as the wind their motions they unlace
When bobs the hare up from her hiding place
Who in its furry coat of fallow stain
Squats on the lands or wi a dodging pace
Tryes its old coverts of wood grass to gain
& oft by cunning ways makes all their speed in vain
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