To plunder him a second time,
The very hut they rummaged,
Out of which they had lately fled.
Clun in the wood all the while lay,
And saw them drive his cows away,
Until perceiving they were gone,
Then he return’d crying, Oh-hon
What, Shall I e’er thus plunder’d be?
For shelter now, where shall I flee?
Went with his son for bread and cheese,