THREE JOVIAL WELSHMEN
He swore he had seen sly Reynard
Run up in a hollow tree.
With a whoop! etc.
The fifth we espied was a shepherd,
And he was watching his lambs.
He swore that he saw sly Reynard,
So weary he could not stand.
With a whoop! etc.
There never, I trow, was a Reynard
That ran out that day at all.
'Twas naught but a little grey Pussy
Sat purring upon an old wall.
With a whoop! etc.
O then what a world 'tis o' liars
This is as to me appears.
I never will trust but my own eyes,
And only will trust my own ears.
With a whoop! etc.
