A Dashing, Popular Young Hunter

When Shuh goes to the meet,
There's ne'er a man left in the street.
Nay, scarce may that be true, —
Yet none there is like Shuh,
In grace and manliness complete.

When Shuh goes to the chase,
No feasting is there in the place.
Nay, scarce may that be true, —
Yet none there is like Shuh,
For right good-fellowship and grace.

When Shuh goes to the plains,
No horsemen are there in the lanes.
Nay, scarce may that be true, —
Yet never one like Shuh
For grace and dash indeed remains.