TO LORD WHARNCLIFFE, ON HIS GAME-BILL.

I’m fond of partridges, I’m fond of snipes, I’m fond of black cocks, for they’re very good cocks— I’m fond of wild ducks, and I’m fond of woodcocks— And grouse that set up such strange moorish pipes. I’m fond of pheasants with their splendid stripes— I’m fond of hares, whether from Whig or Tory— I’m fond of capercailzies in their glory,— Teal, widgeons, plovers, birds in all their types: All these are in your care, Law-giving Peer, And when you next address your Lordly Babel, Some clause put in your Bill, precise and clear, With due and fit provision to enable A man that holds all kinds of game so dear To keep, like Crockford, a good Gaming Table.