He loves all games that good men play- <br />And plays them clean and straight- <br />But most the chase of foxes <br />With all its turns of fate. <br />When far behind him in the vale <br />Strings out our beaten hunt <br />With easy grace he keeps his place, <br />His rightful place, in front. <br />He always seems to lead us <br />Whate'er the pace may be- <br />‘ He's always on the skyline! ' <br />As some one said to me. <br />‘Tis true his horses are the best, <br />‘Tis true he steals his start, <br />But none could hold a line so bold <br />Without a gallant heart. <br />So here's to Skyline Tommy, <br />The bravest of our guides! <br />In all the scattered counties <br />No finer horseman rides; <br />Not soon shall we, the laggards, <br />The cheering sight forget <br />Of Tommy high against the sky <br />In splendid silhouette!<br /><br />William Henry Ogilvie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/skyline-tommy/
