The Indefagitable Hound

Once they hear the \\\"Tally-Ho\\\",
Over the fields they will go,
Their speed never slow,
They will never stop,
Till the valiant hare they chop,
Or they feel the riding crop.

All through mud, and over water-
They will go until they slaughter,
Never will they stop to saunter,
As they cry, even louder yet-
Their quarry is bound fret,
Until the end and it they get.

That is the indefagitable hound.