I hunted my Merry all into the barley,
And there the poor puss was pursued old Snarley.
With my Hickerly Tout, etc.
I hunted my Merry all into the wheat,
And there the sly puss did attempt us to cheat.
With my Hickerly Tout, etc.
I hunted my Merry all into the rye,
And there the poor hare was constrained to die.
With my Hickerly Tout, etc.
I hunted my Merry all into the oats
And there I cut off both his paw and his scutt,
With my Hickerly Tout, etc.
XXXVIII. THE LITTLE MAN
There was a little man,
And he had a little gun,
And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;
He went to the brook,
And he saw a little duck,
And he shot it through the head, head, head.
