HOOVES 'N' HOUNDS. (To the Stirrup Cup.) Bulls shot, And Brandy Cake, Tinsel Glitter, When Holly spake, Once of old, With Pudding Belly, Round and Fat, Singing Carols, To an Eastern King, Offering up their Cup Their Stirrup Cup, When all at once their pink Jacketed King, Sat, Now telling , In Pompous isolation, Crop in hand, Fearful Hand, Drinking from the Stirrup Cup, A Cup of Wine, Of blood so rich, For crisp was the day, When the Hounds did meet, On the Barking St. Stephen's Day, When all Good Roofs tumbled in on Hooves 'n' Hounds, And Merry Men, Round, Her ancient Tree, Spirits, Ground, grave up Her Fox, When Shots peeled out, Over Bells complete, The Copse stood silent, Silent, When Town 'n' Countrymen Have a good day, Have a good day, On our Sacred Holy day, Holy Day.