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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538489" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The First Flight</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">While there's one on his feet with a tale to repeat<br>And another is sampling a drink,<br>The eager First Flight have a girth to draw tight<br>Or a chain to let out by a link;<br>While the boisterous laugh in that circle of chaff<br>The opening music has drowned,<br>You will hear the First Flight as they whisper 'That's right!'<br>To the note of a favourite hound.<br>When a holloa makes sure that his start is secure<br>And dispels every doubt of a run,<br>When the crowd gallops straight to the obvious gate<br>With the latch that is never undone,<br>You will see the First Flight cram a topper on tight,<br>Catch a willing old nag by the head<br>And clapping on sail at the blackthorn or rail,<br>Take the line of the robber in red.<br>They thunder away over stubble and clay,<br>Over roots or the level o' lea,<br>The gallant First Flight that are soon out of sight<br>While the slow ones are sadly at sea.<br>The crash of a rail in the cream of the vale<br>Is to them but a matter of mirth,<br>And the avalanche fall of a hoof-rattled wall<br>But the merriest music on earth.<br>There are gaps, there are gates for the coward who waits,<br>There are roads for the fellow who fears;<br>To left nor to right go the gallant First Flight<br>Save to veer with the chase as it veers.<br>No field has a fence so dark-looming and dense<br>Or a rail so unyielding and stout<br>But if once the First Flight have got in it all right<br>You may trust them to find a way out.<br>Now the men who ride first may be frequently cursed<br>As they press on the faltering pack,<br>But we're all of us loth to pull up for an oath<br>When it comes from a field or two back;<br>And the Master may blame and the jealous declaim<br>But the weakest must go to the wall,<br>And it's plain the First Flight have the premier right<br>If the hounds may be hustled at all.<br>Come drink with me, then, to the big-hearted men<br>Who have pluck to sit down and go straight!<br>Whether farmer or squire may they keep out of wire<br>And be spared a lift home on a gate!<br>Fill your glasses tonight to the gallant First Flight,<br>Let us wish them the luck of the line<br>And tomorrow's recall to the best game of all,<br>And the wind that is better than wine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Henry+Ogilvie">William Henry Ogilvie</a><div class=q>
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