All, all, save one old one, were fated to die,
Bill Stokes caught Joe Foster a whack on the eye.
Thus ended the warfare! full ninety had died,
Without counting seven they'd topper'd outside;
When, finding no others were left them to munch,
They left off, and went into Benton's to lunch.
The Ranger.
[This song is an attempt to describe a few of the leading points in the character of Mr. John Penson, park keeper, at Trentham Hall, Staffordshire, whose family have had the honour of serving in that capacity since the reign of Elizabeth.]
Tune—"The Fine Old English Gentleman."
I'll try to paint a portrait, if you'll listen to my lay,
Of a fine Old English specimen, whose locks are silvery grey,
Yet still as young at heart he is, that heart's as free from gall,
And he's fond of sport of any sort—as the youngest 'mong them all;
He's a fine Old English Forester, one of the olden time.
In days of old, when "Levison," the mighty, and the brave,
An Admiral, bore the British flag triumphant o'er the wave;
As faithful follower was found a "Penson" in his pay,
From whom descends "the Forester" we sing about to-day.
He's a fine Old English Forester, one of the olden time.
