30. The Beggar-Man. AROUND the fire, one wintry night, The farmer's rosy children sat, And jokes went round and careless chat. And shield me from the biting blast; And close beside the fire they place And warm'd his stiffening hands in theirs; A comfortable mess prepares. Their kindness cheer'd his drooping soul; And told the thanks he could not speak. And all their merry chat was o'er; More glad than they had done before. 31. The Song of the Foxes. YOUNG FOX. Ho! brother Fox, dost hear what I say? Hey for the coppice-wood down in the vale! The hunt and the hounds are coming this way, Hey for the coppice-wood down in the vale! Chorus. Heigho, heigho! hey for the coppice-wood, Hey for the coppice-wood down in the vale! Heigho, heigho! hey for the coppice-wood, Hey for the coppice-wood down in the vale! The master, I know him,old Timothy Sheen, Hey for the coppice-wood down in the vale! And the field that is with him, in scarlet and green, Hey for the coppice-wood down in the vale! Heigho, &c. I've seen him just now, in his hunting array, His dogs all about, on the scent of their prey. Now should they but find us here under the rocks, I'd give but a song for our chance, brother Fox. OLD FOX. Why then if they're coming, we'd best make away, And leave them to find such sport as they may. And if they've a mind to be riding all day, All for no good, let them have their own H. F. way. N.B. The Burden, "Hey for," &c. is repeated after each line; and the Chorus, "Heigho," &c. at the end of each couplet. 32. By the side of a murmuring Stream. By the side of a murmuring stream On the top of his head was his wig, The wind it blew high and blew strong And now in the depth of despair, To swim with his wig and his hat. But cooler reflection at length, But alas for the thought! for so soon 33. The Fox and the Cat. THE Fox and the Cat, as they travelled one day, With moral discourses cut shorter the way: ""Tis good," said the Fox, "to make justice our guide." "How godlike is mercy!" Grimalkin replied. As thus they proceeded, a Wolf from the wood, Impatient of hunger and thirsting for blood, Rush'd forth as he saw the dull shepherd asleep, And seized for his breakfast an innocent Sheep. ""Tis in vain," cried the Wolf, "Mistress Sheep, that you bleat, When mutton's at hand, you know well I must eat." The Cat was astounded! the Fox stood aghast! To see the fell beast at his cruel repast. "What a wretch!" said the Cat; "what a bloodthirsty brute! To seize a poor Sheep, when there's herbage and fruit." Cried the Fox, "With the acorns so sweet and so good, What a tyrant this is to spill innocent blood." Then onward they went and discoursed by the way, And with still more wise maxims enliven'd the day; And e'er as they travell'd they moralised still, Till they came where some poultry peck'd chaff by a mill Then the Fox, without ceasing his sayings so wise, Now snapp'd up a Chicken by way of a prize; And a mouse which then chanced from her covert to stray, The thoughtful Grimalkin secured as her prey. A Spider who sat in her web on the wall Perceived the poor victims and pitied their fail; She cried, "Of such murders how guiltless am I!" Then ran to regale on a new-taken Fly. J. CUNNINGHAM. |