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The hare may bound then throʻ the woods,
Or in a cave retire.
For Behu sleeps in ⟨shades⟩ of death,
He on a ⟨tree⟩ expir'd
All thro' the means of knavish tricks;
Play'd by a pamper d crew,
Of Dogs more wicked in their kind,
Than any e'er I knew.
O Lord what will become of me,
⟨And⟩ other Husbandmen,
When they have ⟨taken⟩ our best guard,
And hanged our trusty friend,
Sure we no rest nor peace can have,
For all is darkned o'er,
Since Trust and Watch from us is gone,
We now must loose our store,
O take me to some peaceful shore,
Where that I may enjoy,
A life of Peace and sweet content,
That never e'er will ⟨cloy⟩,
And where my best and trusty friend,
May in my house remain,
Secure from all ⟨such⟩ hellish Dogs,
As cause me to complain.
