He loves all games that good men play- br And plays them clean and straight- br But most the chase of foxes br With all its turns of fate. br When far behind him in the vale br Strings out our beaten hunt br With easy grace he keeps his place, br His rightful place, in front. br He always seems to lead us br Whate'er the pace may be- br ‘ He's always on the skyline! ' br As some one said to me. br ‘Tis true his horses are the best, br ‘Tis true he steals his start, br But none could hold a line so bold br Without a gallant heart.