HOME WITH THE HOUNDS 



I've never in hot water been ; steam shanna speed 



my plough, 

 I vv^ould Hefer thrash my oats out by the sweat of 



my own brow. 



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" I neether want to scald my pigs, nor toast my 



cheese, not I, 

 Afore the butcher sticks 'em, or the factor comes to 



buy ; 

 They shanna catch me here again to risk my limbs 



and loif ; 

 I've nought at whoam to blow me up, except it be 



my woif." 



Home with the Hounds ; or, the 

 Hu?ttsma7z' s Lament 



OVER-RIDDEN ! over-ridden ! 

 All along of that the check ; 

 When the ditch that gemman slid in. 



Don't I wish he'd broke his neck. 

 I to hunt my hounds am able. 



Would the field but play me fair ; 

 Mobb'd at Smithfield by the rabble. 

 Who a fox could follow there ? 



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