The Old Gray Fox by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

We started from the Valley Pride, / And Farnham way we went. / We waited at the cover-side, / But never found a scent. / Then we tried the withy beds / Which grow by Frensham town, / And there we found the old gray fox, / The same old fox, / The game old fox; / Yes, there we found the old gray fox, / Which lives on Hankley Down. / So here's to the master, / And here's to the man! / And here's to twenty couple / Of the white and black and tan! / Here's a find without a wait! / Here's a hedge without a gate! / Here's the man who follows straight, / Where the old fox ran.

The Member rode his thoroughbred, / Doctor had the gray, / The Soldier led on a roan red, / The Sailor rode the bay. / Squire was there on his Irish mare, / And Parson on the brown; / And so we chased the old gray fox, / The same old fox, / The game old fox, / And so we chased the old gray fox / Across the Hankley Down. / So here's to the master, / And here's to the man! / &c. &c. &c.