The Elegy

Farewell you huntsmen, that did hunt the hare
 Farewell you hounds, that tired both horse and mare
 Farewell you gallant faulkners everyone
 The chief of all did live at Snitterton
 So to conclude both great and small
 Those that are left, the lord preserve them all
 As I on Oker hill one day did stand
 To view the world which I could not command
 I turned my face to Birchover out west
 To view where Greaveses used to have their nest
 But out, alas! I found they were all gone
 Not one was left to rest against a stone
 I'll up to Hassop, to hear them sing a mass
 And there I'll find who made the old man pass
 Muses be gone, to Carlton top your banners
 But call at Haddon, where lived old John Manners
 Oh use him well, I strictly you command
 For he was kind to the poor of Engerland
 Farewell you huntsmen, that did hunt the hare
 Farewell you hounds, that tired both horse and mare
 Farewell you gallant faulkners everyone
 The chiefs of all did live at Snitterton
 So to conclude both great and small
 Those that are left, the lord preserve them all