As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies
making a mane; The tane unto the
tother say, 'Where sall we gang
and dine to-day?' 'In behint yon auld
fail dye, I wot there lies a
new-slain knight; And naebody kens
that he lies there, But his hawk, his
hound, and his lady fair. 'His hound is to
the hunting gane, His hawk to fetch
the wild-fowl hame, His lady's ta'en
another mate, So we may mak our
dinner sweet.' Ballads 'The Twa Corbies',
It is nought good a slepyng hound to wake. Geoffrey Chaucer c.1385 Troilus and Criseyde, bk.3, l.764.
They were the footprints of a gigantic hound! SirArthur Conan Doyle The Hound of the Baskervilles, ch.2.
'A chain of gold ye sall not lack, Nor braid to bind
your hair; Nor mettled hound,
nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh
and fair.' Sir Walter Scott 'Jock of Hazeldean', stanza 3.
The horse loves the hound, and I loves both. Robert Smith Surtees Quoted in
ColinJarmanThe Guinness Dictionary of Sports Quotations (1990).