Mr. Tindal was the first that espy'd her; The better for to complete it, He charged his gun well with slugs, With that he let fly at her, And hat her betwixt the two lugs. But when that he went for to seize her, He found he was depriv'd of his bit; He flung her down in a passion, And look'd as if he'd been b-t. The next was Will Dunn, our painter, Who wanted a novelty-bit ; And then he let fly at her, And kill'd her stone dead on her seat. When firing he swore he had maul'd her He never miss'd a hare in his life; And then in great trouble was he, For to get her safe home to his wife. The next was John Walker, a tailor, But his gun very often did snap. But then making all things in good order, And our serjeant was to have her tit supper, But I think he was damnable saucy, The next was Joe our barber, One morning he rose in great haste, And swore he would have a hare tiv his supper, And give all his neighbours a taste. When firing, he swore he had kill'd her, For fear any body should see. The next was John Blythman, Esquire, To kill a hare with his gun, it shouldn't be done, Then Grundy came cursing and swearing, He shot her, and swore by his Maker, But when that he went for to seize her, And cursed, and so went away. Now I would have you all to take care for the future, And mind very well what I say, When you fire your gun, pray ye see the hare run, Lest it prove a hare-skin stuff'd with hay. But I think they were all finely tricked, Here's the gentleman's health that contriv'd it, We'll laugh and we'll merrily sing, When we're over a full flowing bowl. Fal, lal, &c. SONG VIII. LIMBO. BY THE SAME AUTHOR. Tune, On a time I was great, now little I'm grown. I'LL tell you a story, if you please to attend, But I was sent for to Preston's, one day the last week, But the country's all rogues, and the world is a cheat, And there they confined me in Limbo. Like an innocent lamb to the slaughter 1 went, When I found out their damned invention. There was Preston the bailiff, Joseph Craggs was his bum, And there they did seize me as sure as a gun, Upstairs then they hauled me into the back room, And there they confin'd me in Limbo. My belly was empty, though my stomach was full, Preston pull'd out a paper, and he made a long scrawl, Then I open'd his closet, and got out a pie, I knew somebody would pay for it, but what cared I ? Another poor fellow there happen'd to be, There was Mr. Bum and I, we toss'd it about, Three bottles of claret he there did me give, Full bumpers of claret went round it is true, There was Ralph Jackson, the tanner, he came in by chance, And did chatter and talk like a parrot; |