The Fox-Chace, XXII

Down from his Poney jumped the Elf, When, lo! the Poney disappeared; And now the Goblin Groom himself Has ta’en the brush, the hounds has cheered; Has bowed his head to Chiviot gray, And vanished from the light of day: And when the distanced horsemen neared The bloody scene on Flodden’s plain, No vestige of the Elf appeared; The Poney too, was sought in vain. Loud howled each hound; I will presume They howled at loss of Goblin Groom; And well they might, for such a fay Ne’er rode before on hunting day; And hounds, like ladies fair, I’m told, Dote on the daring and the bold; And than the Goblin, we’ll agree, A bolder there could never be.