Blight of the cornfield
Paimosaid.
Recitative.Where, little TAKER of things not your own—
Where is your rattle, your drum, and your bone?
Surely a Walker, so nimble of speed,
Surely he must be a Meta[13] indeed.
See how he stoops, as he breaks off the ear,
Nushka![14] he seems for a moment in fear;
Walker, be nimble—oh! walker be brief,
Hooh![15] it is plain the old man is the thief.