A Runnable Stag

So we tufted the covert till afternoon

With Tinkerman's Pup and Bell-of-the-North;

And hunters were sulky and hounds out of tune

Before we tufted the right stag forth,

Before we tufted him forth,

The stag of warrant, the wily stag,

The runnable stag with his kingly crop,

Brow, bay and tray and three on top,

The royal and runnable stag.

It was Bell-of-the-North and Tinkerman's Pup

That stuck to the scent till the copse was drawn.

"Tally ho! tally ho!" and the hunt was up,

The tufters whipped and the pack laid on,

The resolute pack laid on,

And the stag of warrant away at last,

The runnable stag, the same, the same

His hoofs on fire, his horns like flame,

A stag, a runnable stag.