That Cormoran wound his horn.

The ewes were browsing o’er the downs,

And scatter’d far away;

The lusty lambs had drain’d their dams,

And gamboll’d off to play.

Now all did prick their ears right quick

Astounded at the blast;

As if a kite had soar’d in sight,

Or fox had skulken past.

And then they scour’d about the lay,