Sayings Quotes

[FlyMyGirl 147]

Hi

 

Does anyone know any good sayings, quotes or poems about running dogs?? Any suggestions please

 

Much appreciated

 

FMG

[UNFIT 0]

Hi

 

Does anyone know any good sayings, quotes or poems about running dogs?? Any suggestions please

 

Much appreciated

 

FMG

yes ,you cant beat a bull x ::it is said more times than any other saying on here.lol Edited August 1, 2009 by UNFIT

[Tallyho 181]

many a good dog is ruined in haste

[FlyMyGirl 147]

Hi

 

Does anyone know any good sayings, quotes or poems about running dogs?? Any suggestions please

 

Much appreciated

 

FMG

yes ,you cant beat a bull x LOL ::it is said more times than any other saying on here

 

Thanks lol but not quite what I meant

[Dosser 52]

This one is ancient, but the best discription of a course ever imho.

 

 

 

As when thy impatient greyhound bounds oer the glade to course the fearful hare,

she in her speed does all her safety lie

He with double speed pursues his prey

Over runs her at the sitting turn

Yet licks his chops in vain, but blows upon the flux

 

She seeks the shelter that the neighbouring covert gives

and gaining it she doubts if yet she lives.

 

 

 

Hope i dont sound like a geek lol, i love old hunting poems, i got loads of em.

[FlyMyGirl 147]

This one is ancient, but the best discription of a course ever imho.

 

 

 

As when thy impatient greyhound bounds oer the glade to course the fearful hare,

she in her speed does all her safety lie

He with double speed pursues his prey

Over runs her at the sitting turn

Yet licks his chops in vain, but blows upon the flux

 

She seeks the shelter that the neighbouring covert gives

and gaining it she doubts if yet she lives.

 

 

 

Hope i dont sound like a geek lol, i love old hunting poems, i got loads of em.

Thanks please keep them coming if u have more

 

FMG

[Macsen 4]

Theres a little book called 'lurcher ways and lurcher days' full of quotes, poems and stories, well worth a read if you can find it.

[Macsen 4]

Heres one for you "He's built like a gipsy's whippet...all bones and bo**ocks!" used to describe a person of extremely slight build!

[cocker 2,655]

I had a long-legged lurcher dog,

I kept her in me keeping.

She'd flush out hare, on a moonlit night,

While the gamekeepers lie sleeping,

While the gamekeepers lie sleeping.

 

One day the policeman collared me,

To have me in his keeping.

Your brindle made a moonlit raid,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping.

 

I seen her come out of the wood,

Across the fields a-speeding.

A partridge she had in her mouth,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping.

 

But my dog's black and white you see,

So I'm not for your keeping.

He couldn't see, I'd brindled she,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping.

 

One day his wife fell mortal ill,

He had to give up p'licing.

But I dropped one bird on his door each night,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping.

 

Now she fared so well upon pheasant broth,

Her colour come back creeping.

So long as my bitch roamed abroad,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping.

 

Now the bitch she pupped and I given him one,

To have in his own keeping.

Now he's left the force, and he roams wi' me,

While the gamekeepers lie sleeping,

While gamekeepers lie sleeping.

 

cocker

[rabitin girl 16]

I had a long-legged lurcher dog,

I kept her in me keeping.

She'd flush out hare, on a moonlit night,

While the gamekeepers lie sleeping,

While the gamekeepers lie sleeping.

 

One day the policeman collared me,

To have me in his keeping.

Your brindle made a moonlit raid,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping.

 

I seen her come out of the wood,

Across the fields a-speeding.

A partridge she had in her mouth,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping.

 

But my dog's black and white you see,

So I'm not for your keeping.

He couldn't see, I'd brindled she,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping.

 

One day his wife fell mortal ill,

He had to give up p'licing.

But I dropped one bird on his door each night,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping.

 

Now she fared so well upon pheasant broth,

Her colour come back creeping.

So long as my bitch roamed abroad,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping.

 

Now the bitch she pupped and I given him one,

To have in his own keeping.

Now he's left the force, and he roams wi' me,

While the gamekeepers lie sleeping,

While gamekeepers lie sleeping.

 

cocker

 

I loved that

[cocker 2,655]

Of all the pheasants shot on shoots

 

In covert or amongst the roots,

 

There’s none tastes finer than the one

 

Taken at night without a gun

 

 

cocker

[Guest sph1979]

I had a long-legged lurcher dog,

I kept her in me keeping.

She'd flush out hare, on a moonlit night,

While the gamekeepers lie sleeping,

While the gamekeepers lie sleeping.

 

One day the policeman collared me,

To have me in his keeping.

Your brindle made a moonlit raid,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping.

 

I seen her come out of the wood,

Across the fields a-speeding.

A partridge she had in her mouth,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping.

 

But my dog's black and white you see,

So I'm not for your keeping.

He couldn't see, I'd brindled she,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping.

 

One day his wife fell mortal ill,

He had to give up p'licing.

But I dropped one bird on his door each night,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping.

 

Now she fared so well upon pheasant broth,

Her colour come back creeping.

So long as my bitch roamed abroad,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping,

While the gamekeepers lay sleeping.

 

Now the bitch she pupped and I given him one,

To have in his own keeping.

Now he's left the force, and he roams wi' me,

While the gamekeepers lie sleeping,

While gamekeepers lie sleeping.

 

cocker

 

I loved that

What a cracker that was

[cocker 2,655]

THE LINCOLNSHIRE POACHER

 

 

When I was bound apprentice in famous Lincolnshire

Full well I served my master for more than seven year

Till I took up with poaching, as you will quickly hear

Oh! 'tis my delight on a shiny night, in the season of the year

 

As me and my comrades were setting of a snare

'Twas then we seed the gamekeeper - for him we did not care

For we can wrestle and fight, my boys and jump o'er anywhere

Oh! 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year

 

As me and my companions were setting four or five

And taking up on him again, we caught the hare alive

We caught the hare alive, my boys, and through the woods did steer

Oh! 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year

 

I threw him on my shoulder and then we trudged home

We took him to a neighbour's house, and sold him for a crown

We sold him for a crown, my boys, but I did not tell you where

Oh! 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year

 

Bad luck to every magistrate that lives in Lincolnshire

Success to every poacher that wants to sell a hare

Bad luck to every gamekeeper that will not sell his deer

Oh! 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year

 

 

a folk song