Fiagai
Well-Known Member
Gone to ground...
I'll be hunting in my head
Long after I am gone and dead
My horse and I will be going well
Even after he and I have that final fell
If by chance he plants me well good
There will be no need of brass or wood
nor burial rite but just raise aloft your hat
And I will know and be most pleased at that
My last and final ditch or dell if boggy be
Will of course make a fine resting place by me
There then when you go or pass please let me lie
and thinking raise your stirrup cup to remember me by
If in a future time they find four hooves skyward shod
I will not have wasted my earthly hours at only weary plod
Rather a hunters farewell for me buried beneath the ground
As the hunt flys by and all are accounted for at the final sound
I'll be hunting in my head
Long after I am gone and dead
My horse and I will be going well
Even after he and I have that final fell
If by chance he plants me well good
There will be no need of brass or wood
nor burial rite but just raise aloft your hat
And I will know and be most pleased at that
My last and final ditch or dell if boggy be
Will of course make a fine resting place by me
There then when you go or pass please let me lie
and thinking raise your stirrup cup to remember me by
If in a future time they find four hooves skyward shod
I will not have wasted my earthly hours at only weary plod
Rather a hunters farewell for me buried beneath the ground
As the hunt flys by and all are accounted for at the final sound
By Me/2011
Please excuse the rather unusual metre....
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