His barrow round the garden gay,
A bob-tail cur is at his heels.
Ah, man! the brute creation see!
Thy constancy oft needs the spur!
While lessons of fidelity
Are found in every bob-tail cur.
Hard toil’d the youth, so fresh and strong,
While Bobtail in his face would look,
And mark’d his master troll the song,—
“Sweet Molly Dumpling! Oh, thou Cook!”