"Here's a health to them that can ride! Here's a health to them that can ride! And those that don't wish good luck to the cause. May they roast by their own fireside! It's good to drown care in the chase, It's good to drown care in the bowl. It's good to support Daniel Haigh and his hounds, Here's his health from the depth of my soul." CHORUS "Hurrah for the loud tally-ho! Hurrah for the loud tally-ho! It's good to support Daniel Haigh and his hounds. And echo the shrill tally-ho!" "Here's a health to them that can ride! Here's a health to them that ride bold! May the leaps and the dangers that each has defied, In columns of sporting be told! Here's freedom to him that would walk! Here's freedom to him that would ride! There's none ever feared that the horn should be heard Who the joys of the chase ever tried." "Hurrah for the loud tally-ho! Hurrah for the loud tally-ho! It's good to support Daniel Haigh and his hounds, And halloo the loud tally-ho!" "Beautiful! beautiful!" exclaimed Jorrocks, clapping his hands and stamping as Crane had ceased. "A werry good song, and it's werry well sung. Jolly companions every one!" "Gentlemen, pray charge your glasses--there's one toast we must drink in a bumper if we ne'er take a bumper again. Mr. Spiers, pray charge your glass--Mr. Stubbs, vy don't you fill up?--Mr. Nimrod, off with your 'eel taps, pray--I'll give ye the 'Surrey 'Unt,' with all my 'art and soul. Crane, my boy, here's your werry good health, and thanks for your song!" (All drink the Surrey Hunt and Crane's good health, with applause, which brings him on his legs with the following speech):