The Fox-Chace, XIII

O! ’twas a gallant sight, and brave, To see them stem the chrystal wave: But now the tide and stream have bore The Groom and pack to England’s shore: The other sportsmen, round about, With hurried speed, have ta’en their route; For well they knew th’ attempt were vain Here the English side of Tweed to gain; And so they’ve gone a mile below, Where gurgling Tweed runs on more slow; And much they marvel, all the way, How crossed that gallant daring fay.