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Cobbler wur theer, Carver wur theer,
Random and Rover, oud Pilot and aw."
After a good drag, hounds mark their otter in his holt, and Crab the terrier is sent in.
"Hark! Crab's agate feighting him, hard as he con,
Be sharp un seize howd of a dog, every mon.
We had nobbut just cleeked um, un roven um back,
When th' grey-headed maister croap eawt in a crack."
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Hounds swim their otter for some time until at last he takes refuge in a holt.
"We swum him to Winckley, un theer he dud hoyle,
But a pick un a spade soon his harbour dud spoil;
Then he fought into Ribble, ay, reet thro' the pack,
Thro' foar on um once had him dean of his back."
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Hounds eventually account for their otter, and the song finishes with:
"This otter whoas weight wor just twenty-four peands,
Two hears, forty minits, wor hunted by th' heands;
Heer's luck to all th' pack, when they meeten next year,
May th' Captain, un me, un aw us be theer."